Automatic writing (Crap basically)

Tell me your secret while staring at the moon,
and it will die with the night.
You can lie too, it is fun,
but tell me something nice,
and I'll tell you why I don't like you.

I'm feeling Mango when I want some berries,
The taste sorrow is found in a bright corner,
with decorated trees.

This is a song for your agony,
if you have none, I am sorry.
You can thank me anytime,
find me decorating trees in a yellow corner.

Since

What I know is a simple truth.
I will always be me,
a little this, a little that.
A simple reason for my ifs,
for my hows.
A simple want to be free.

I love you,
is it more, is it less?
is not the question.
All is merely who I am,
who I became,
since I loved you.