The moon talks to me, he listens to my long sobs of hopless relationships
I discovered this only a few nights ago while listening to the sky's gentle lips
sky, she played with me craydelled me throughout the day
yet when moon arrived he made it feel as light as may
i could not tell anyone about my parents, they were too special to me
well that was before they sent me to flee
i always knew they would look out for me protect me love me
but they let me down when i needed help most
they let me be pinned up against the post
they hit me repeatedly but i knew there were worst
i trusted them with my most inner thoughts but now i have a curse
the curse which emerges when one asks for trust
mooon and sky were supost to help me, i trusted them the most
they left me stranded on the sandy coast

I've never really belived in love,
well not being proposed to with, a ring and white dove
i mean how can something so nice
turn your fragile heart to ice
how can you be so certain yet have no evidential facts
mabye i'm just shallow but i'd rather have stacks
stacks of money here and there
as i know i do not love it but it fills a hole which lays bare
most people would argue but i do not care
i am not heartless nor try to dare
but i know that the place where something should be, there
needs to be fuflied  by one thing, anything, everything...

"Hello" I'ts how this whole complicated messed up thing happened,
I mean how can you forgive someone for stealing something,
so close, so sacred, so yours he took everything but gave nothing,
you were always alone, confused yet never demand a reason
why he could steal and get away with it without treason
when it happens like this its supose to be magical
I'm bipolar now my mood swings are radical
I have no idea for what this might be,
but its fatal
its a virus and it's killing me
the cure is just some simple words which can not be forced nor bribed
they come from the thing that you stole from me
I am a maze yet youve found the lock and now the key

I am a M&M;
I have a hard outer shell that everyone belives is the real me
I may not portray the image of a smart, beautiful girl but I feel it in me
I never let my wall down anymore as I have once and released a pandemic
the pandemic named broken trust
I needed to tell her everything, I must
so when she reached the soft melting part of me she just bit it and moved on
to another*  patient,  **victim,  M&M.;