A white dot between the fog,
prettier than my painted wall.
She's not staring at me anymore,
the Moon isn't looking at me at all.
It is so easy to leave me,
all alone with the memories.
As some have said, no one has seen.
As others saw, I've always been.
Has the moon lost her memory?
Because she started smiling.
She ain't listening cause I'm blurry,
and soon it will be morning.
When the daylight comes to me,
tonight will be just a story.
The dark night calms my fury,
and the stars come closer to see.
They say that I have to think soon:
we're all under the same Moon.
But even the Moon doesn't want to stay.
She's always been so far away.
Like the moon I have a hidden face.
Same person with the same grace.
I'm fragile as the glass of a cologne.
Everything I loved, I loved alone.
It is so easy to leave me,
all alone with the memories.
As some have said, no one has seen.
As others saw, I've always been.
Dark is the night,
since the moon doesn't brew light.
A heartache like a fright,
as I write until twilight.
