The back of the moon
Doesn't turn as you do.
Like how you appreciate the little things,
That life give to you.

Does it make sense?
How your heart was fallen, too?
Do you understood?
Love was flowing into.

Through the deepest, cringe of his toes.
Following him like it was few?

Thinking of you trapped inside
Thinking of you crawling real time.

Does I,
No,
I didn't

And never will