Wilted flowers, falling stars

Our love like a flower withered and wilted But it will never grow back choking on broken promises drowning in an everlasting sea of regret Wishing on a star that will just fall from the heavens My anxiety speaks highly of you always on his mind It would be easier If I never knew we stood under the same moon If we spent our days in blissful ingnorance of each other then perhaps my heart would have the will to beat perhaps I'd be ok but Fate a cruel conondrum of a man has written our end in the stars