Obsessed by the Moon

I shed tears on my way, does everyone see me? As I say goodbye at every step, do they care? Tears fall like rain in winter, my aura is cold like snow falling in the sawmill, every step is a cry for help, every love I see on the streets makes my heart break knowing that there is no one for me. I didn’t know that being happy was such a hard thing; how can a broken heart be so sad, so lonely? Do real loves still exist? I wanted to take this uncertainty out of my heart and see if someone is waiting for me to love. With every blues riff, with every vocal note of a soul, I look for a smile to be mine…