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She’s screaming at the stars but they don’t shine back Another empty night, another heart attack Keeps screaming at the stars but they don’t shine back They don’t shine back Blood on the bedsheets Screaming at the stars but they don’t shine back Her mother said love was a bullet in disguise So she hides her heart, paints truth with little white lies Her father drank fire, said the world was too cold So she lights up a smoke just to feel in control It gets hard to tell the voices from the thunder And she’s slipping now, falling under Drowning in the undertow Takes a drag, she lets it go Closes her eyes, sees a light but it’s no wonder She’s screaming at the stars but they don’t shine back Another empty night, another heart attack Keeps screaming at the stars but they don’t shine back They don’t shine back Blood on the bedsheets Screaming at the stars but they don’t shine back It gets hard to find the surface when you're sinking And her body’s numb, but her soul is thinking If she’s still worth saving now She shuts the door, blocks it out Dreams of a place where the angels are still singingmore