Full moon finds a hiding place…
Behind treacherous clouds
Lovers look into empty space
Find no hope around…

Living a life of dreams…
where do u think u’ll go?
Gather urself and turn around
should start all over for sure..

Feeble thinking, feeble mind
faint signs of hope will shine
don’t you let them blind ur sight
look at them with half open eyes.

In the end, you will find
Like an anorexic woman’s mind
Pessimistic view of life
Disappointments it should hide.