I was once a star, shining bright You pulled me out of the sky, stole all my light Why? Why? I was once a boat, sailing off to sea You dragged me back to the shore, changing my course Why? Why me? Why you gotta pick on me? And I don't know where I'm going But when I get there I can say that I have been the kindest me That I can be Can you say the same? I was once a tree, rising from the ground Winter, spring, summer, or Fall, I still grew tall till you cut me down Are you really happy now? And I don't know where I'm going But when I get there I can say That I have been the kindest me That I can be Can you say the same? Now I'm a shooting star Can't catch me Tried to pull me out of the sky, steal all my light but look It's not dimming