Steal the Moon - Owel

You mistake me for someone else

Someone you must think a fool

How could anyone fall for

Someone you believed to be so damn cruel?

If I stole that moon for your love

Would you then see me a thief?

Would you only see my tattered clothes

If I crawled through hell to get to you?

Now whose skin am I in?

And who’s in my skin?

You have caught me holding the knife

That’s been dug deep in your back

Can’t you see that I’m trying to

To pull out the blade that someone else has left?

Now whose skin am I in?

And who’s in my skin?