I once resided in that star
A chance I had that left a scar
(if there's a scar, there must be a wound, and if there's a wound, the writer must have caused a hurt to someone) or maybe the scar was done to the writer himself.
Now I look at that wonderful place
Without me it's not an empty space
(that means the place , the star [the person who caused such temporary good feeling to the writer] remains unaffected by the writer's departure)
I thought I was lucky
Not everyone can be so high and havenly
In the end I was sorry
an emphasis of the hurt
But at least for once I was happy
or a defensive lemon sweeting
I wonder who lives there now
Did you also tell him "forever" in a vow?
I hope this time it's the truth
'Cause if it's not, so bitter is the fruit
Is it as exactly as the same feeling as what the writer felt?
In your lies I believed
Built my niche and there I lived
Now it's hard to unlearn
All your lies- truth I've known
(it's either the truth that someone's indeed lying or the truth which contradicts what that someone has told)
The writer indeed felt bitter of "leaving" someone...
That someone "the star" remains unaffected of his departure... Is that someone aware that there was a relationship residing in the first place as fostered by the writer?
If it's only in the mind of the writer, then he must not only feel bitter but also must have had a kind of mental instability..
If that someone was aware of this writer's buidling a niche in that someone's life... then, that someone must have had a strong character... that ignores pain and pushes life to go on despite the writer's departure or that somene is capable of having a new visitor/love object to keep company...
But one thing, the writer's momentary happiness with that someone isnt enough.. or is it?
or is it just a matter of accepting the truth? the truth that they could never be...
Nice analogy... Impressive! All digested, can't say anything more.