Do you think it's too late for me?
I mean, am I doomed to be
The person that I am?
It's not too late for me
Is it?

I need you to tell me
That it's not too late
I need you to tell me
That I'm a good person

I know I can be selfish
And narcissistic
And self destructive but
Deep down, underneath all of that
I'm a good person

And I just need you to tell me
That I'm good

I hope you're happy
I don't mean that
In a bitter way
I want you to be happy
I hope she gives you
Everything that I couldn't
I hope she looks past your flaws
Moves past the place where I stopped
I hope you're happy
I hope you're happy

I've always wanted to harvest the Moon
While it sleeps during the day
So that nighttime would be where I am
And it would orbit around my Earth
I would never miss its alluring glow
or the tranquility that brings me to sleep
But then my mind shifts to the Sun
And how worried she must be
Her soulmate is nowhere to be found
The sky as empty as a mourning heart  
I deprived of her this glorious being
To satisfy my own selfish needs
I wanted the Moon, but the Sun needed her
I could never be okay with keeping
Something that was never mine

to lie
and say I am not jealous
I can't
I watch you smile
and laugh
and feel the bliss of happy
I am jealous
resentful
bitter
I want to lie and say I am glad you're happy
but your happiness was at the cost of leaving me
so is it selfish
to wish you still wanted me around

He's not
kind,
caring,
selfless,
warm.

She's not
talented,
helpful,
transformative,
unique.

They're not
wanted,
needed,
loved,
known.

They're human.
And we're exactly the same.

In the end of the day
Who's there for your lonely thoughts
Not to put a blame on anyone
But i’m the one alone on this loft
Made me feel so selfish for thinking theres no one
But truly there really is no one.