• The moon is what you are,
    pulling me in with everything you have,
    just to push me back out,
    always taking pieces of who I was,
    to remind yourself that I will come back.
    Like the line in that poem,
    that is what you are to me.
    I've crossed the line of madness,
    repeating the same experiment
    and expecting new results,
    If I keep this up
    there won't be anything left of me to take.