I miss true happiness.
I miss true happiness a lot,
like the sun misses moon after its rise.
But I\'m no sun, as it doesn\'t bring sadness in disguise.
The moon does,
like I do,
because no matter how many stars are around,
the moon can\'t twinkle in sun eyes.
I am the moon,
the moon with craters in my heart,
wrecked with tragedy,
like they have always been my part.
And you would say that\'s not true,
but I implore you to believe,
because sadness has made a home in my heart,
like it\'s the only thing I can conceive.