Well, really, nothing's changed.


Everything is pretty much the same.


Every night I watch the stars.


Even though you're not here.


I pretend you are.


And I'm still captivated by


Orion's magic.


It's still amazing to me.


Even if you're not here.


I still watch the sky.


Even if you're not here.


I'm still the same person.


Even if you're not here.


I'm exactally the same as


you left me.


I'm still quiet.


I'm still shy.


Yet I'm loud.


And friends with anyone who


wants to be.


And I'm still a chatter box.


Waiting for whoever will listen.


Even if you're not here.