I touch the stars more often than I touch you
You never say you're lonely without me
I am still searching for a reason to live
And I guess that's why I'm still alive
Some want me dead
And some want me in their arms
And some only want me anywhere
Where they're not
And some could care less if I
Lived
Died
Or walked on the moon.

So who are you?

-July 3rd, 2000-