The moon always leaves me hanging into its shady part, maria.
I ask her does it hurt when you're not full.
Because I can feel your pain here at your seas--
it makes me feel gray and wants to brighten you up.
But I'm just a meteor that landed and left you a scar--
shattered into pieces and melted by your fire.
Now I am part of you
but as a bittersweet scar.