talking to the moon

                                    

                                          
talking to the moon - bruno mars.

                          
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I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back
                          
Zayn's P.O.V.
                          
     Just a month ago, my lovely Y/N died due to cancer. I've been a wreck for the past weeks. Those days felt like years. I miss her so much, I have no words.
                          
     But I know that she's somewhere out there - somewhere far away. I want her back, more than anything.
                          
My neighbors think im crazy.
But they don't understand.
You're all I have.
You're all I have.
                          
      Lately, I haven't been acting normal. Just everything I see reminds me of her. 
                          
      My neighbors and friends think I'm crazy, but non of them understand that she was all I had. And the sad part is that nothing can bring her back.
                          
At night when the stars.
Light up my room.
I sit by myself.
Talking to the moon.
Tryin' 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.
                          
        Until this day, every night; when the sun goes down and the stars come out. I sit next to my room's window with all the blinding lights closed as the stars light up my room. And then I just stay there and lock my gaze with the bright sky above me through the window, remembering all Y/N and I's memories.
                          
       I sit, stare at the dark sky with little dots that light them up, and talk. It's like i'm talking to the moon, as if im trying to get my baby back. Just hoping that she's on the other side, talking to me too. 
                          
      Sometimes I think i'm stupid for doing this. Sometimes I feel like a sad idiot who sits alone and talks 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
                          
      It makes me feel like i'm famous. I mean I know that I actually am, but it's different - in some kind of way.
                          
'Cause when the sun goes down
someone's talking back
Yeah they're talking back
At night when the stars
Light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the moon
Tryin' 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.
                          
      People say I have gone mad, as much as I hate to admit it, it's true. But what I know is that at night when I sit by my window, staring deeply into the sky and just talking, I know that she's replying. 
                          
      All the blinds in my rooms are closed. My window's curtain opened wide. The stars light up my dark room as I sit by myself, talking to the moon.
                          
     It's either that  she's actually answering me, because I feel it, I know my baby- or it's just that i'm a fool.
                          
Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh...
Do you ever hear me calling?
(Ahh... Ahh... Ahh...).
Oh ohh oh oh ohhh.
'Cause every night I'm talking to the moon.
                          
      Sometimes, when i'm sane enough to wonder if does she actually hears me crying over the loss of her, because I talk to the moon every night.
                          
Still trying 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?
Ohoooo...
I know you're somewhere out there.
Somewhere far away.
                          
      But i' still trying to get to where she is. I know shes somewhere far- far away from where I am right now, but I also know that one day; we'll reunite.
                          
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so this was crappy.