We sat under paper stars on my bedroom ceiling,
Tracing dreams, hiding scars we weren’t revealing.
The world outside felt so far away,
It was just you and me, lost in yesterday.
Your hand in mine, we drew constellations,
A quiet escape, our own creation.
But even the brightest stars start to fade,
And I didn’t see the cracks we made.
If love is a wish, I wished too hard,
Now I’m holding the pieces, torn apart.
Under the paper stars, we made our vows,
Promised forever, but where are we now?
The glue that held us, it couldn’t stay,
And the paper stars fell, carried away.
But I still look up, searching for you,
In the empty sky of a love we outgrew.
Do you remember the words we wrote on my wall?
Dreams of Paris, promises to never fall.
But the ink has faded, the echoes too,
I can’t find myself without finding you.
The night we fought, I tore them down,
Stars scattered like ashes on the ground.
Yet here I am, picking them back,
Chasing the light that I still lack.
If love is a flame, we burned too bright,
Now I’m lost in the shadows of the night.
Under the paper stars, we made our vows,
Promised forever, but where are we now?
The glue that held us, it couldn’t stay,
And the paper stars fell, carried away.
But I still look up, searching for you,
In the empty sky of a love we outgrew.
I tried to hold on, but stars are too thin,
Fragile as promises we held within.
I fold them again, hoping someday,
You’ll see them shining, lighting the way.
Under the paper stars, we found our truth,
In the fragile moments of reckless youth.
Though they’ve fallen now, they still remain,
A map of a love that endured the pain.
I still look up, and somehow I know,
The paper stars are where we’ll always go.
Paper stars, they don’t need the sky,
They glow in the dark where dreams never die.
And though you’re gone, your light’s still near,
Under these paper stars, you’ll always be here.
