Talking to the Moon.

I look outside my window, looking for the moon.
Wondering if someone will hear me out.
Speaking about how I feel,
what I did, what I want to do, what I want to achieve.
The Moon only knows my darkest secret, that I have not let out to anybody.

There's reason why I tell the Moon,
Cause the moon cant talk back with negative things to say.
It doesn't make mi feel bad,
It makes mi feel like I can trust something.
Nobody can keep a secret, nor a promise.
Everything just spread.
Like a disease.

It can kill a person.
It has killed me.
Everything I tell the moon is between Me and the Moon.
Nobody in between.

The Moon and I have a special relationship, where we can trust each other.
Everything in the world is cruel, even the humans.
We hate the same thing, We hate the problem people have.
The dumb ideas that come to mind.

Me and the Moon are like music.
Listen, hearing the melody, listening to other people on what they got to say,
and how they express their feelings.