Being trapped in a sort of tragic ballad
Yet, different from the sadness that you’ve had
This sentiment can make the weak become mad
But the strong sees its beauty and turns glad

Bead of pleasure that lurks in the past
This happiness is quite vague and quite vast
Hold onto something, trust me, it’s a blast
Blast built to bring joy and gast

Be careful, you might get lost in this maze
You might drown yourself by giving it a gaze
Why don’t you just stop and set it all ablaze?
Or let this haze leave you in a total daze?