The stars are liars.
They lure you in with their twinkling, willing you to wish upon them so that they can grant you these dreams.
But in reality they are feeding on them, growing fatter and fatter, shining brighter and brighter, growing stronger and stronger.
They need your wishes so they can keep on existing.
There was never any intention on blessing you with these wishes, these hopes and dreams that you hold so close to your heart.
Instead they sit high up in the sky, laughing at you, their brightness twinkling, lulling you in with their false tales.