Here I lay trapped in my own castle of Hell.
The longer I'm here the more I forget of my life full of tales.
Never to hear a salvating Bell, just sail down these empty halls of sorrow.
Wondering if I'll even wake up Tomorrow.
I awake on a carousel going round and round.
Following the music listening to constant sound.
What is her name I wonder to myself, I should remember but I don't. I will not give up, I can't keep forgetting, I won't!
As I step into the light a dove lands on my shoulder.
Have I grown older, No but I have Grown Colder
