Birds of a feather, or so I've heard, is that not how it goes?
And yet my loves goes unrequited, despite the bond that grows
"Best friend" just isn't quite the same, and I can't say I buy it
But I couldn't call you on the lie, so typically, I remain silent
Every held hand, proclamation and tender sigh is a nail driven deep
Into the most personal depths of my mind, and the loss of many nights' sleep
Jealousy and envy are just two more inadequate words
An inability to soar together, despite the fact we're each birds
Every attempt to reach you is a fruitless endeavor
I think you'll soar toward that Star forever
Frustratingly, and dutifully, I remain bound to earth
Hopelessly waiting for you to decide I'm something of worth
And while I can't blame you for chasing the sun
I yearn to be your light
And not the black around the Star