Because the moon doesn't exist.

wonder why the moon doesn't
just drown the sounds from my mother's bedroom
the wailing of a restless soul
and the man that makes the night seem endless
they never stop
they never seem to quit
i am too close to listen
and i end up going through the sounds.

they travel
it's hopeless to admit
i can hear the different language
hitting each other hard on their faces
and i am honesty at my wits end
she says she has wasted her years
she says she had wasted her days.

i say to myself that i have wasted my nights
listening when i could of been praying
for a better home
but god doesn't listen
he never seems to listen
and i seem to have no one behind my back
watching me
and i am utterly alone
desperate for sounds that can be accepted.

and this is how i spend my nights
awake and feigning to be dead
or something that the moon can accept
because sometimes the moon seems to not exist.