Blow Up the Moon

What happened to my memories
So much trying to take my soul
Now I’m left barely standing
Losing all hope to grow
Everything that I plant
Only weeds do ever show
Most will say that I can’t
As certain as a stone
Do you know what I mean
Being born without a clue
Trapped in the chosen scene
How can I, blow up the moon
I don’t care of your reasons
I’m sure they’re all fine indeed
But I’m tired of all the crashing
For fifty thousand centuries
A friend knows when to leave
We all have to grow our own
If they don’t, a hostage scene
And dreams to overthrow
Do you know what I mean
Being born without a clue
Trapped in the chosen scene
How can I, blow up the moon
How can you ever blame me
To seek where I’m from
All a part to where it’s going
A ride you’re also on
Be involved a little or lot
Free will has been told
All matter starts with a thought
A life that’s meant to know
Do you know what I mean
Being born without a clue
Trapped in the chosen scene
How can I, blow up the moon