Repeating the twisted dance we've waltzed Many times before, A performance imbued with such sweet suffering
They exist for all to see, Keeping the truth in their hearts Under lock and key, Never to be opened
So, with a small but knowing smile, The girl always thinks to herself, "It's okay, you don't have to love me."
Oh, how the moon longed for it To be with her sun But deep down, in a sliver of herself The moon never wanted to acknowledge, There was crushing doubt Flooding insecurity Thoughts of how she'd never be bright enough To match the sun she so loved
But despite the pain, I’ll hold it all within me, Imprints of you forever molding the shape of my heart