Wishes don't count when you can't see the stars

she stands looking at a lake
she wishes so hard to go back to that place
a night in june
the heat moister than most
sitting next to a boy that she hardly even knows
she wishes to go back
back to that night when she could see the stars
when the lake hardly rippled
and happiness was hers
now she cries
just like she always does
she cries and wishes, cries and wishes
none of it matters
when she can't see the stars
she stumbles into ditches.