There's a point in which I wish to run
If ever to say such a thing to be true
Foolish
Just look at the sky and beg them for mercy
They see the fault in the stars of your eyes
I know the moon can see what I've wrote
What I've written
And what I shall write
They know me too well these days
I share my story with someone who cannot judge
Yet I still hear them laugh
What could possibly be worse than what I've already done
I've been told to see what the future shall hold
Be careful what you wish for
The moon can see the fault in those pretty eyes
