It's saturday night and I'm laying on the ground
counting the stars, looking to the moon
singing my favorite melodies while I wish for something new.
I see the sky and I ask myself
"Will I ever be the person I once wished to be before I'm gone?"
not even destiny could know.
This is how we have to live
and I have to give the best of me
so the sky can kiss me in the cheek
and tell me
"you are a wonderful human being."
I cry every night
always feeling worthless
"what I am to this world?"
everything about me is wrong.
"Don't cry." the moon says
it's hard to believe her
I'm the only one
who can hear her voice
so I better listen
because I have no choice.
Because the moon will always love me and I will love her back.
