you told me to turn around...
it would all be over soon.
but i couldn't help but look up...
just to see the half-lit moon.

and i stared, for what seemed like hours
at the stars shining down on me
i tried not to close my eyes to you
afraid of what i might be able to see
but every time you said something
you made me more of a whore
every time your hand touched me
i wanted to be like i was before

and i cried, for what seemed like days
afraid to tell anyone about you
now i close my eyes to remember the pain
so i can always make it through
but every time i saw your face
it made me more so want to die
every time i heard your name
i knew exactly why...

you told me to turn around...
it would all be over soon.
you heard you had a child...
but i bled into the light of the moon.
 
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