In the darkest times,
i will always have you by my side.
Your promises, I remember them all,
Oh, how much I long to just have a call.
I want to see and admire,
just telling you I'm always by your side when you're tired.
The string becomes a bow,
us become a vow,
all i see is a glow.
Distance, like Sun and Pluto,
but that doesn't stop Pluto from trying, from trying,
to reach, to reach
your side.
Our promises might be invisible,
but if you truly knew, we'd be invinsible.

By my side, giving me support,
even the ugliest things become a drawing.
Pluto will try to reach, to reach,
just a bit closer to the star.
Too bad, the star will never know,
just how much Pluto wants it to understand-
that no matter what,
it will always be waiting,
drifting amongst the dust

The glory at the moment,
drowned me with a movement.
Pride, they call it.
Ego, they call it.
I wouldn't know before they took it.
The mouse stole my *******,
I don't know that I am a slacker,
I didn't know that I am a slacker.
The forest fire burnt,
destroying what's created, destroying what took time,
maybe I'm just meant to cry.
Suddenly, everything is cold,
with every warm blanket sold,
I am left all alone.
I don't know that I am a slacker,
I didn't know that I am a slacker.
The fire for passion died out,
I'm simply finding a way out.
Picking up the ashes the fire left behind,
nothing is left except for a sigh.
At least the grounds, the trees are dry,
leaving me there, waiting to die.