I have never felt like this before. Telling this story, without any lore.
No backstage, no lights, no music behind, just me and my monotony, gazing at the moon, letting it pass-by.
This sleepless night.

Even if I have given up all hope, I still want to fight. Against these odds, climbing up these ladders, looking up to the wandering skies.  

I have fell to the ground, numerous times, left with naught but dust to bite.

Wings clipped, spirits soaked in fire. Eyes dead, tired of these rants, these ironies without satire.  

Pick me up, even if my soul bears no weight. For I'm left with but a husk of a person, I once used to admire.

Lemme go, lemme reignite my passions. My heart and soul, lemme sing these songs, as I let it all go, set myself on fire.