I watch how the moon sits on the sky on a dark night
Shining with the light from the sun
But the sun doesn't give the light to the moon
Assuming the moon's gonna owe it one
It makes me think of how you ask me to do
favors and then rapidly
just turn around and start asking me
about things that you want back from me
I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to be, to breathe
While I find a place to rest
I wanna be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand....
Linkin Park, A Place for My Head