I’m the one who falls in love with the stars and I can’t reach them And You get to sit next to me reading them with your fingers Each raised dot another galaxy I won’t ever reach But isn’t it you who should be pitied? You can’t see what wonders you touch Yet we all know that you see more than anyone of us It could’ve been me who inherited the gene We have the same ones you know, the same chance Yet I can see the stars that I so longingly want to feel beneath my own fingers An