It'd be untrue to say that i don't care of what you think
That your thought doesn't change my place in this ocean, like the tide
There comes a point in every mans life that he must set all that aside
It's not a punishment but do please learn from each gift that's thrown to the wind
I'm tumblin,
I'm troubled,
And some Might might doooo me good.
For the longest time, we called you the moon Because from where we could see You looked abandoned And blue Like nighttime We thought we understood how you felt Another room In a home That was a notch on our belt So we burned up the oceans And drowned out our skies Until even the islands began to Become dry And suddenly soon We'll stand crying over valleys abandoned and blue With a far, new born, planet Calling us moon.
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