You won

 Such a fool,

Fell in love with the stars,

But married the moon.

Carried my Doom for too long.

Give bits of my broken heart to anyone.

But still laughed,

Because everything might be shit.

But lest the fat women hasn't sung

Just yet!

And the world still turns,

And though it seems enough,

I'll have another Crack at it.

Because, not every bet is a winner.

And not every song is upbeat.

But as long as we sing and dance together.

Then I'm sure we can get through it.

So I bid the moon goodnight,

And said sorry to the stars.

The dark wasn't so dark anymore.

I thought maybe the pieces weren't so small,

Maybe I could mend this broken heart?

Maybe I didn't have to know where to start?

Just begin and work on the outside in?

And don't let the sadness win!