When I stare at the moon,
something has to change very soon.
Fighting tears,
whiping fears.
This burning feeling inside,
gets harder every second to hide.
Fighting fears,
whiping tears.
Always afraid to be alone,
combined with the fear to never be lone.
Fighting tears,
whiping fears.
Will these thoughts ever stop?
Will I be capable to let it drop?
Fighting fears,
whiping tears.
It just has to quit!!!