Curled up on the couch eating products made by a wonderful woman named ' little Debbie ' seems like the perfect way to spend an evening , unless of course you are me . Because next to me should be my cuddle buddy , not empty wrappers and remnants of cake corpses . I need to get up and get some fresh air ! I said in my fake Iamtotallyfine voice . I grabbed my pink pistol , a birthday gift from my father , because you never know what maniac might be lurking around the corner . Passing a mirror I saw my full rat nest hair and puffyfaced glory . I looked scarier than any maniac . I finally dragged my reluctant body all the way to the front door , a whopping 10 yards , and turned the handle . But when the cool air wrapped around me , I realized my mistake . The moon was out . Full , proud and glowing . I used to be his moon . I sounded pitiful even to my own ears . Then that song came into my head . No ! I will resist the pull of sappy Bruno mars ! I took a deep breath , gathering strength . I am strong . Strong . Screw it . I KNOW YOU ' RE SOMEWHERE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY ! I got to the chorus and poured out my soul . CAUS EVERY NIGHT I ' M TALKING TO THE I broke down in sobs , not able to finish my beautiful song . I soft sound came from my left . Talking to the moon . I whipped around and took my gun stance . I wasn ' t an idiot . I wasn ' t going to shoot off rounds like a real maniac , but I was cautious . Trying to get to you The shadow hesitantly sang . You know I ' d deserve that bullet . Anyone who makes you cry shouldn ' t stay on this Earth .