Blood moon

There's a crack in the clouds

in which I can see the light of the moon

it reminds me of a boy I once knew

it reminds me of you

but you're all grown up now

you've become a stereotypical man

i think of all the things I should've done but no longer can

i watch, helpless as you slip through my hands

you told me we'd be together till the day that we died

i can't believe that I listened to your lies

thinking you'd actually be there for me when I cried

once again I was fooled by those baby blue eyes

you're gone for good now and I must heal my wounds

but every night I am haunted by that blood moon

that reminds me of a little boy I once knew

that reminds me of you