Oh baby, baby, it's all about the moon,
I wish you wouldn't have broke my camera,
'cause we're gonna get real old real soon,
Oh baby, baby, it's all about the moon ...
There’s something wrong with me. It’s hidden, under the skin where nobody can see, but I know. I know, my parents know, and my baby sister Anna knows. But that’s it. Not another soul. Not even my best friend. Because there are some things you just don’t talk about.