Just an illusion of my anxious mindSo sorrowful was your faceThat I stood still, gasping:"What happens with you?"And thoughts my go wildBecause of your beauty and kindness,Which are tortured by painful spikes.But I'm not you, I know nothingOf reasons for your sadness and plight.So maybe there is little to suffer,Just an illusion of my anxious mind.
Yet still it lives throughout the timeAnother year, another story,Yet still it lives throughout the time,That feeling in it's darkest glory The feeling of my fall and fail.Inside my memory I buriedThat feeling many times in past,Mistakes that echoing and roaringRecalls that burden back despite.Despite my will, despite controllingYet still it lives throughout the time,And now again I'm trying to move itAway from consciousness and life.
Consumed by despairI'm so frightened and scared.Why? I don't know.Consumed by despair,Gleaming stars looks so cold.When I open my eyes,There is nothing to see.I must find my own path,But didn't choose, where to seek.And I wipe tears away,Looking forward to hope.Something new should begin,And my thoughts will reborn.
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