You Are Nothing

You move through these crowds like a ghost
No one's seeing you now
I don't mind, you're not my type
This shade of blue on you is so powerful
I can't help but stare
Just who are you? I'm so confused

We weren't all made the same
I guess that God's to blame
So put the world to shame
And make the minions scream your name

Behind the sky the stars shine down
You look around and you're alone
You don't mind, you're in your prime
This shattered dream that you hold to
Cuts your hands like you're holding glass
Let it go, just let this go

We weren't all made the same
I guess that God's to blame
So put the world to shame
And make the minions scream

The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars
The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars

It comes with practice, you lose yourself
It comes with practice, you lose yourself
It comes with practise, you lose yourself
It comes with practise, you forget just what you are

We weren't all made the same
I guess that God's to blame
So put the world to shame
And make the minions scream your name
We weren't all made the same
I guess that God's to blame
So put the world to shame
And make the minions see

The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars
The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars