I feel sorry for the moon for what he has to see every night.
The madness of people that only shows when the sun leaves.
I feel sorry for the moon, he cannot run away.
I'm too selfish to let him go.
I know he suffers from his undying love for the sun.
I know he whispers apologies in the night air hoping for the sun's forgiveness.
I know the sun will never listen.
I feel sorry for the moon for he is alone and can never live without the sun.
I feel sorry for the moon for the shame he carries on his back.
Heavy and hidden.
I'm falling for the moon and he will never know.