I still remember that girl on the run,
who simply strayed between trust and fear...
It was just a joke,
He likes to poke...
It's another world inside my head,
romantic scenes and massive bloodshed...
some nights, i look up to the stars,
so bright, yet far away...
Loving me is rought,
And I don't know how to tell you...
todays the day
that I find my peace...
I can't stay the favourite girl in solitary...
becoming the piece of creation you had beyond a...
That orange flashing light
May not be blue or red...
It's ok to feel
It's ok to create...
I wish I could express, just what I feel,
My blood is cold, my veins hard as steel...
How I long for the days of yore,
Before my time, many centuries before...
Of blooming thoughts and dreams,
Of hopes to live to see the 'morrow...