Pessimism In The Stars

As I lay here beneath the stars,
I can't help but wonder,
What if boys really were from Mars?
Maybe I would never have met her.
All these stars are so far away,
Almost as far as you were,
Before how we were in May,
And after that fateful day in September.

As I lay here beneath the stars,
I can't help but wonder,
What did I do to deserve these scars?
From this girl I will always remember.
She is out of my life now,
But out of my heart, never.
So all I can do is give fate a bow,
And ask for my heart back from Andover.

As I lay here beneath the stars,
I can't help but wonder,
Why did fate put me behind these bars?
To do nothing but suffer.
Can I just ask this one last favor?
Let me just stop loving her.
Can it be done this lonely september?
To end this, for it to be over.