wrong or right?

And as the sun sets down the moon rises up above us. I lie on my mattress, I'm underneath my covers. The moonlight sees my painful tears falling down my eyes. The fresh breeze outside goes in my open window, gently calming myself down. Tears, oh painful tears. How long will you stop? I'm tired of hiding you behind my eyes. Does this make you satisfied? This is wrong but sometimes... It feels good... It feels right. His presence haunts me all night. You have the poison in your words. Gently killing me with thorns and sweet voice.