Past memories linger, Scrolling by on a slideshow, Painted black and white Those snapshots haunt me, Smiling faces mocking, Laughing at where I am now
Take a peek underneath At everything the surface won't show See me, See me for who I truly am
Staring in the mirror, Sunken eyes, hollow smile. Gazing ahead, Only a ghost looks back.
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