Count my blessings, the same way I count the stars
When I look up I wonder how many there are,
Just like anything, gets lost between the lines,
You read the book and put it down before it smacks you right between the eyes

In spite of it all, what can I even say,
There’s nothing I can do for you yesterday,
In spite of it all, everybody says,
There’s nothing I can do for you yesterday

When you burn bright, you burn fast as a shooting star,
Gone from the sight, the one everybody’s glad they are,
In Expectations aint good for much at all,
They keep you up there but don’t catch you when you fall,

In spite of it all, what can I even say,
There’s nothing I can do for you yesterday,
In spite of it all, everybody says,
There’s nothing I can do for you yesterday,

You burn so bright, you burn so bright,
Shooting up so high,
You burn so bright, you burn so bright,

In spite of it all….

There’s nothing I can do for you

In spite of it all, what can I even say,
There’s nothing I can do for you yesterday,
In spite of it all, everybody says,
There’s nothing I can do for you yesterday,

There’s nothing I can do for you, yesterday


By: Clara Natalin