Shooting star.

There's no more magic in the world
No more pretty, special girls
Now I drink to soothe my mind
Once a child, now truly blind

You're a man in womans clothes
So you're a freak, I suppose.
Taught from birth to be yourself
Now you're hiding as someone else.

I've always said that love is blind
You'd never leave a soul behind
Now you're looking for the door
But love can't hear you anymore.

You walk the streets and watch the sky
Maybe a star will pass on by
Could care less for girl or guy
But for a star, these eyes will cry.