Monologue of a dying star

I see it all from up here. See you down there, wishing on me to fix things. Get your wife to forgive you. Find that money to pay the electricity bill. Get you some love from that girl who sits on the bus opposite you every day, playing with her hair like you want to play with her hair. You want her? Ask her out you loser. Get a little candle light going. Buy her a drink. You want it all easy. You want to be guided across oceans and in your hearts and you want it all without giving anything...