There's a girl that lives on the moon, 
You can see her, a beauty in the face of beauty, sitting there alone, watching everything turn into doom...
Nothing grows there, nothing comes and nothing goes...
Everything is moving but only goes,
In cirlces...
That girl on the moon has a steel melting smile,
But alas! No one has seen it in quite a while.
And to have no one to talk to or share with is reason enough to be blue....
So the frown on her forehead is justified for she too ain't got a clue...
The girl on the moon is lying on her stomach, looking down on us,
That smile, that could conquer mounts is wide spread on her creamy face,
Her feliciously curved lips become rosy as she slides her tongue across them,
Looking at another girl, probably her age, holding hands with her father is making her heart melt, and some feelings ignite in them...
She suddenly feels a bit more lonely and a bit less of a beauty, 
Being the standard for elegance was hard, yes, she knew it won't be easy...
In another world, in the same time, a girl like me is on a cliff, quietly sitting,
Eyes big as the moon itself, there whites, a bit whiter than the moon, by frequent crying...
Her radiant skin is pretty enough to be the standard for beauty and decency itself,
But the world she lived in, could only see the things she did not have...
She is sitting there, her lips, a fine line, it had been a while since she had smiled widely,, without pretend...
She looks up at the moon in its full glow  and the frown lines on her forehead become more evident,
Envious of the solitude and peacefulness of the beauty that was no different than herself, she became a bit more distant...
And to have so many to sing to but no one to understand the lyrics, is reason enough to be blue...
So the girl on the cliff is sad cuz well, she too, ain't got a clue...
That girl on the moon, with her steel melting smile, cuts her gaze to the girl, so much like her, that she mistakes it for reflection...
At that moment, she thought,"i could be her" if i had a choice in this selection...
In that moment the only difference in the two girls is the shape of their lips...
As the night proceeds, the frown marks on their forheads become deep...
Both have a reason to be sad and depressed, both wanting to have each other's lives...
Both are too different from each other yet too many similarities run in their curves n dips...
To have nothing like you around you, is like being the only sensible person in a drunken bacchanal,
Nothing cares, nothing wipes the tears in the eyes when they appear...
But to have everyone around you capable of knowing and understanding,
But not doing so,
Is a grief so much bigger,
Its like being in a room full of men listening to you, but refusing to understand you, accusing you if misandry...
Its like being the only black sheep in a world full of whites...
Both girls lock their eyes into each other's,
And the audiance is confused, 
To identify whose sadness would be prettier and more heartbreaking,
Whose smile would be more fake,
Still not understanding either...!!!!!