A survival skill learned;
do not poke the angry bear.

leave me
you know
you don't need me

I picked the moon
off the sky
she's inside my pocket

She's mine
She's mine

don't lie

I won't believe you this time

leaving
so soon
I know
you don't need me

the moon is mine
the moon is mine

She's going to leave me

and
she will always comes back to me

He drank the wine
From the vine
Deep rooted
Beyond his border
Where the sun shined
warmth by design
Which bloomed sweet fruit
He stole from another

She's a liar
a fine liar
I believe her

shaking my head
she's just like the rest

followed her footsteps
into it

angels don't help me

there she goes
lying her way through it
she's so gone
I can't save her
so I drown

down
into
this
sea of bitterness

we're so lost
feels all wrong

I learned from the worst

nothing matters

nothing ever matters
with her