I stare at him,
and see the moon,
I look at her,
and see the truth.

And I do not know what to do,
because they're beautiful,
but...
they have no clue.

I feel strong,
stronger than ever,
because he was my best lover,
and I don't care anymore, that we're over.

You are so kind,
and you are hilarious,
I'm so happy I can call you mine,
and I'm so happy when it's the two of us,
you are my world,
my moon and sun,
my whole universe,
and your so much fun,
I really enjoy spending time with you,
you make so nervous,
I really hope we last,
you're so precious.

I am all yours.
It *****.
Because I never asked.
To be in love.

I followed you through the rain,
I followed you through the sun,
I followed you through the moon,
I followed you through the sea,
I followed you through the bad times,
and the good times,
and I'll follow you through the end,
because I want to, baby.

I sit there and cry,
as I think that I want to die,
like the only right thing to do,
is commit suicide.

You promised me,
you promised me you loved me,
and that you would forever and ever,
forever...

I guess your proposal meant nothing, hey?
I guess you told a different girl you loved them every day?
I guess I was just too broken, hey?
And now I cry every day.