My eyes are looking up
To the full moon in the sky
The clock starts to rush
As I slowly close my eyes
My life passes so fast
In front of my own eyes
Am I alive, Am I dead?
Am I just dreaming?
Sitting still in the dark
Falling back through the time
Nostalgia, paranoia
I’m a luna, I’m a luna, I’m a luna
Paralyzed and confused
Watching the full blue moon
Drowning in the noises
That don’t make up any words
As real as the stars
As blue as the skies
My fears are here to stay
I’m a luna, I’m a luna, I’m a luna
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