Are you the wolf? Do you cry for the moon?
Are you crushed under waves into it's cycle?
Between black and white, drawn like a moth to the light
Can't you see through this illusion?
This black and white world you've chosen to live in
Every emotion is a choice
Drawing down the moon won't withhold the day
And the coming light isn't gonna stay
Life's never worked that way
Learn to make your own happiness
What if the moonlight is only silver tendrils keeping the world afloat?
And when it's waxing or waning, just a sliver, how it feels like we're losing our grip
You're a lunatic
Howling at the moon
This is not who I am
