You move through these crowds like a ghost   No one's seeing you now   I don't mind, you're not my type   This shade of blue on you is so powerful   I can't help but stare   Just who are you? I'm so confused      We weren't all made the same   I guess that God's to blame   So put the world to shame   And make the minions scream your name      Behind the sky the stars shine down   You look around and you're alone   You don't mind, you're in your prime   This shattered dream that you hold to   Cuts your hands like you're holding glass   Let it go, just let this go      We weren't all made the same   I guess that God's to blame   So put the world to shame   And make the minions scream      The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars   The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars      It comes with practice, you lose yourself   It comes with practice, you lose yourself   It comes with practise, you lose yourself   It comes with practise, you forget just what you are      We weren't all made the same   I guess that God's to blame   So put the world to shame   And make the minions scream your name   We weren't all made the same   I guess that God's to blame   So put the world to shame   And make the minions see      The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars   The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars