I was once a star, shining bright
You pulled me out of the sky, stole all my light
Why? why?
I was once a boat, sailing off to sea
You dragged me back to the shore, changing my course
Why? why me?
Why you gotta pick on me?

And I don't know where I'm going
But when I get there
I can say that I have been the kindest me
That I can be
Can you say the same?

I was once a tree, rising from the ground
Winter, spring, summer, or
Fall, I still grew tall till you cut me down
Are you really happy now?

And I don't know where I'm going
But when I get there I can say
That I have been the kindest me
That I can be
Can you say the same? now I'm a shooting star
Can't catch me
Tried to pull me out of the sky, steal all my light but look
It's not dimming