If the cost of this freedom Is Never hearing her laugh again, Take me back Put me in her cage I do not seek for this freedom I am free even in a cage when she laughs majestically.
he was looking at them searching for answers but all he could see was their vacancy; their eyes hollow and shallow, he ceased. his dreams evaporated, and his spirit deceased.
This is a grey place No more white background and black lines But within the fog of blurryness All i see is light Colours shining through The mist of our doom The warmth is sinkining in to my bones My heart is yours to lose