Can You See It?
The Look I Hold?
What's Behind
Every Burning Expression?
It's The Thought Of You
That I Hold Deep In My
Bothersome Mind...That
In A Way Holds The Meaning
To My Very Soul
Considering I Have One.
It's The Grasp Of A
Dissapearing Girl
Lost In A World Of
Such Childish Games...
Sick Of The Wickedness
Of The Very Being Of
Mankind Itself.
Lost In A Daydream Where
Time Is Consumed By An
Unknown Love That's More
Than Long Gone And Maybe
Forever Lost In A World Of
Nothingness And Neverending
Lust Pain And Misery.
Yet It Isn't Real...
Or Is It Reality Itself
That Isn't Real?
With Every Little
Detail Of Nothing
And Everything?
It's The Look I Hold
That Says It All
With Every Little Detail
You Need To See Before
You Can Understand Me.
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