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Moonchild, rewritten;

She hates mondays, mornings and bright light

Slowly growing circles under her brown eyes

From people and the sun she tries to hide

She wears a smile through day but at night she cries

 

She was born under the full moon

But she feels complete only after noon

She has much to laugh and live for

Yet she cried as if there\'s a weight she bore

 

Oh moonchild.. 

 

Why do you hide what makes you feel alive?

Why do you hide your face when you cry?

Why do you hide everything that you write?

Why do you hide yourself, moonchild?

 

Oh moonchild, maybe it\'s not that deep,

Oh moonchild, maybe it\'s time to sleep.
Oh moonchild, you act like you don\'t know

The night and the stars can’t hear your sorrow

 

You do it all wrong, or so you say

You always find a way to ruin their day 

‘That was so awkward’, you whispered in your head

But ’good morning’ was all you really said


Oh moonchild, don’t you want to be known?

Oh moonchild, step out of your “comfort zone”

Oh moonchild, Don’t you fear you’ll never be enough?

Oh moonchild, Don’t you crave a little bit of love?

 

She tries to talk but her tongue slips too fast

Still feels awkward about times that’ve passed

Runs to her fantasies on every given chance

Talking and crying like under a trance

Oh Moonchild, stop whining, get up

All your problems are just made up

Stop playing the victim, stop acting like prey

Just stop thinking about it, you\'ll be okay

 

Oh, moonchild this is how life should be

Raise your pride and self-esteem

You gotta laugh through the rain,

You gotta smile through the pain,

 

You’re just like anyone else, you’re just the same

Trying so hard to be different, trying to be famed

You with your brown eyes and large brown glasses

You’re falling behind and failing all your classes

 

And when everyone is a someone, what does anyone matter?

 

She acts like she didn’t see or didn\'t care

Like she didn’t notice the shift in the air

She knows they all hate it when she’s near

And looking so dumb is her greatest fear

 

And once she withdrew herself

She watched no one reached out

So she figured she\'s just been a pet 

Only kept cause she could help out

 

Oh moonchild, you doesn\'t ask them anymore

Ask why they\'re laughing, Ask them to show

Ask to join in cause you want to be known

It took so little, now no one knocks at your door 

 

Oh moonchild, trying to find yourself in the wild

Oh moonchild, Instead of crying you smile

You’re trying so hard to reconcile,

But the battles inside of you, Moonchild.

 

Look at the Moonchild, she\'s feeling so low

She\'s crying under sheets and hugging her pillow

She\'ll write all about then bury it far below

Cuz she’s scared they\'ll worry if they got to know

 

Oh, moonchild no one really cares

Cry all you want then wipe off your tears

Wash your face and say water got in your eyes

And so they never suspect she even cried

 

Oh Moonchild, you know you can\'t ever hate

She\'s been blessed by some cruel twist of fate

Cursed to always understand, to always know

The side of everyone that they refuse to show

 

Oh moonchild, aren\'t you getting bored of hiding?

Just like all your friends are bored of you

But you\'re still paying dumb and laughing

Maybe the problem has always been you

 

Every night after the clock hits ten,

She grabs a paper and a capless pen

Tear stains smudge ink on every page

She writes till it suppresses her rage

 

Oh Moonchild you\'re not a kid anymore

Go get a life that\'s worth living for

You gotta handle it like the adult you\'ve become

first comes your job, your study, your income

 

You gotta stop crying when they say shut up,

Get over them, you\'re sticking in the mud

They\'re just joking, they\'re just teasing you

even though they know you hurt when they do.

 

Oh moonchild, she craves to be hugged

She craves to be told she\'s okay

But more often she\'s told she sucked

Told she\'s always in the way

 

They don\'t remember whether she was there

when they were all laughing without a care

And somehow there always one less chair

And the moonchild\'s always left alone and bare

 

Oh moonchild, its eleven past three,

It\'s getting really late, this saturday night

How much longer will I write about myself

Like a self obsessed maniac forcing a fight

 

I\'ve always been in love with the moon

Now I miss wondering why she followed me 

Maybe I\'ll join her someday soon

Maybe she\'ll always be my fantasy