We were born on a dying star,
It's not our fault we didn't pick from the start,
We just have to face this at our own par,
But we all act like we're struggling for one mart.
The mart of the best things in life,
So we forget to live to love and love to live,
We all act like we're alone in this life,
This life on a dying star wants us to leave.
But why is it dying,
I guess we never really asked ourselves,
All because everyone is trying;
Trying to get the best for themselves.
But in this world of needs,
Love is all we need.
All these, the True Needs of a Dying Star