i'm talking to the moon


i know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away.
i want you back, i want you back. my neighbours think i'm crazy.
but they don't understand you're all i have, you're all i have.

at night when the stars light up my room 
i sit by myself talking to the moon. try to get to you in hopes you're on the other side talking to me too. or am i a fool who sits alone talking to the moon.. i'm feeling like i'm famous.
the talk of the town, they say i've gone mad. yeah i've gone mad. But they don't know what i know cause when the sun goes down someone's talking back yeah, they're talking back. do you ever hear me calling 'cause every night i'm talking to the moon. still try to get to you in hopes you're on the other side talking to me too. or am i a fool who sits alone talking to the moon..
i know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away!





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Namn: Rebeca Björklund
Bor: Surahammar
Ålder: Twenty years old

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