A song for a friend.

[Mr.Brightside]

Anyway.

Dear Mr. Morbid,

I didn't get much sleep last night and,

I know you'd forbid,

But last night I played it over again,

 

Last night, last night,

The telephone rang,

And I'm afraid,

That I didn't know how to answer,

 

Last night as the stars and I swayed,

I knew we'd be over soon,

But I'm only a kid, so Mr. Morbid,

Please bring back the moon.

 

Star light, star bright,

Please guide me tonight, tell me it's not true,

And if I could turn back time, one more time,

I would've never said goodbye to you,

 

Mr. Morbid, I was only a kid,

He can't let go this soon,

Mr. Morbid, he's only a kid,

So please bring back the moon.

 

Play me a slow song,

If I cry, let me know,

So please, please hold on,

And please, don't let go.

 

Mr. Morbid, We're only kids,

Nobody should go this soon,

If you'll turn back time, I'll get it right,

If you'll please bring back the moon.

It isn't much, and she hasn't seen. Well, neither of them have seen.

I hope they like it.

It's possible that one, and only one person on here knows what this is about.

What it's actually about.

Somehting in real life.

Something I don't open up about often.

Or at all.

So anyway.

I hope she sees it.

Feedback, if you wish.

 

[Penguins.]

Ahlex, Ahlex, Ahlex.

Where do I begin?

You're such an amazing writer, that's fersure.

You've got a gift.

I adore that song...

 

[Trainwreck]

Alex, it's amazing. Just like everything you write.