The dark side of the moon:

I think we're all our own moon,

with an unseen dark side.

That no one ever beholds,

because we do our best to hide.

And people are all melting glaciers,

yet few bother looking deep.

See there's a lot hidden underwater,

that no one ever sees.

And I think we're all walking books,

yet most go through life unread.

Because their covers appear misleading,

until the day their words finally bleed red.

And I honestly believe we all have demons,

some just happen to be more tame.

Or maybe you're just stronger than me,

in which case I wish our victories were the same.

See there are times this glass is half empty,

and I believe there isn't much inside.

When actually it's half full,

it all depends on my current state of mind.

You know, they say with the lighting of a candle,

you chase the darkness away,

But they don't ever mention how it causes a shadow,

that leads so many innocents astray.

And now I'm mulling over the irony,

that so many people say to chase your dreams.

Yet eventually everyone must wake up,

and face reality.

Away from that, you know what's beautiful?

The moon and the stars.

See, they don't appear into our sights,

until times turn truly dark.

So maybe the best of us are constellations,

I know you'd see the real me.

If you stood by my side during my darkest hours,

cause that's when my inner sun burns free.

Just a bit of food for thought,

on another sleepless night.

You know it's strange what goes on in my head,

when I turn off the bedroom light.