• This life that is my prison.
    Will look so good in crimson.
    Just let me stretch my wings.
    Purely just a moment of my dreams.
    Soaring up to the open air.
    No cruel hurtfulness to bear.
    Can't you see?
    How hard I am trying to hold onto me.
    Don't you know that I am more then just a fantasy?
    One of the greater memories.
    Slowly I am losing my sanity.
    Such an amazing perfidy.