Diamonds can’t dance,
And plastic can’t walk,
Glass can’t bend.
And concrete can’t talk.
There’s no guts,
But there’s also no glory.
Perfection’s so boring;
So let’s make a story

I tried forgetting you,but how can I?
When I see you in every tree,every cloud,every breeze,
Your eyes are my untopia,
the only place I can rest,
I want to be the only one who dares to look into those passionate forests,
And see how high I can really go before I fall down.

The smell of old fantasy books,
and the color brown,
The warmth of the Sun,
and the light of the Moon,
All of this reminds me of you.

I want all the steps I take on this cursed earth to lead me to you,
Every breath I take just so I can feel your scent,
Every day your image sweeps over my mind.

I'm sorry,
but I could never stop thinking about you,
when you are all the warmth I feel,
even in the coldest wind,
And I know you love me enough,
maybe not as much as I love you,
but you get the point.