Why is it that every time the moon rises I die a little more?
Why is it that when I sleep I never dream?
Why is it that I am always remembering the day before?
And why is it that the sun never seems to beam?
Why am I angry and why am I lost?
Why am I forgotten and why am I rewound?
Can't I be found?
And I shouldn't be bought.
Someone should love me for me.
And someone should see,
We're all people and we need each other.
And everyone needs a lover.