Cast out entirely this time around. There's a beautiful world waiting, But it's easy to be blinded by what you think is beautiful in a beautiful world.*
In the dark for so long. The retina I own captured false images Of what i onceΒ Β believed in. So much effort stored in a mirage, lodged in doubtful recollections.
I want no sympathy, I can only evolve through the chasing of symphonies. Villainous, aren't you? The conflict is the enemy.
I'll do away with this blame game, You're just so awfully gifted at how you play. I was the warmhearted prey
Fooled into what appears to be defeat, Due to stupidity. I saw what I wanted to see, And clearly my vision was wrong.