Thrown Away.

Alone in her house doing what paperwork and reading she could, Moondancer led a very private life since who she considered to be her only 2 friends left her in favor of 5 shiny new ones in another town.

Prior to the weather going haywire Moondancer was just starting to make strides on the research she had spent her life on, post-'Twilight Sparkle'. But just as she was about to be happy with her work, all the funding and marepower moved to a project to send some pony to space instead of solving the problems on Equestria.

Why is it that each time she tries to be happy, something comes in and wrecks that for her?

Visuals/Art for this made by myself using Rebelle 5 & Sony vegas 14  (and references from the show)

While you wait for more Clouded songs
Check out my other music for sale: directcurrentpower.bandcamp.com
And check out the other 2 albums in this universe;
Star Chaser (Happy late 7 year anniversary): https://youtu.be/L9O_wR2vGJQ
Star Chaser Terrestrial: https://youtu.be/76CsqlcnRp8

Lyrics:
How many years of these melodramatic
Fears that hold me down
So fucking static 

Took my chance 
And look where that line ends
A whole year wasted
But lets face it

How many times will i see how the road ends
Lying GPS that says they're not all dead ends
When will I cross their made up fucking race end
When will I get to live, not have to pretend

I've heard of days where I don't have to feel bad
Weeks or months where I don't have live mad
Space to live and not feel like I'm trapped
Another year wasted
I think I've snapped

How many times will i see how the road ends
Lying GPS that says they're not all dead ends
When will I cross their made up fucking race end
When will I get to live not have to pretend

I've heard of days where I don't have to feel bad
Weeks or months where I don't have live mad
Space to live and not feel like I'm trapped
Another year wasted

I wish I had another chance
But i think I’d fail that too
Why cant I just have a hand to hold
I know that life's just not fair
Maybe I can work it out
Next year

How many years of these melodramatic
Fears that hold me down so fucking static 
Lost my chance 
And look where that line starts
A new year wasted
And lets face it

How many times will I not see the road end
No GPS that to say that they're not all dead ends
When will I cross my made up fucking race start
When will I get to live without a false start

I've dreamed of days where I don't have to feel bad
Months or years where I don't have live mad
Space to live and not feel like I'm trapped
Another year wasted

I think I'm done