Night falls: she takes up her usual spot on the street corner
Routine: she looks up into the sky, like every other night
Trains her eyes on the stars and reflects
Because when she compares the constellations
To her and those like her - she sees no difference
She sees their beauty reflected in those very stars…
They all come alive in the night time, dazzling pa**ers-by
All the while knowing that their time to shine is limited to the dark hours
And that their magic is only ever abused and never truly appreciated
By sunrise they are forgotten, left alone with their own shameful memories
It is in the daylight that they seemingly cease to exist…
But that night, something was different:
Because that night an intruder flashed across the night sky
Drawing all the attention to herself
But before anyone could blink, before she could be subjected to receiving false adoration
She was gone
The young girl remembered hearing about them when she was younger:
Shooting stars, the subject of intense awe and wonder
With their instantaneous disappearance after a fleeting, show-stealing performance
This intrigued her because they didn't stick around and wait to be noticed -
They demanded to be. No vying for anyone's attention
Displaying a solidly obvious sense of self-worth
And so she closed her eyes...
Tonight, she would be a shooting star…
The story in the song you are about to hear, is based in 2012