Don’t mind me; you know I’m just a spoiled child
I really don’t mean half the things I say
I sound boastful now and then, sometimes I sound mild
Sometimes I feel depressed, and sometimes gay
I try to hide my rage, but oh, I’m wild
I’m going through a constant and painful decay
Of mind and soul, of manners and of style
I fear I will not wake up being myself someday.
You’re starting to get curious about “The Reason”? Well then, let me tell you.
I feel as if I long missed that one chance we get
To step upon the path that brings us happiness, be it for a short while
And that moment won’t return, on this I can bet
I caught your interest? Good. Let’s go on. Where was I? Oh, yes. So..
Meanwhile.
I got carried away by fate's cruel stream upon this isle
Where Darkness and Despair were the only things I met
Where everything I held as sacred was defiled
Where Life and Death were playing the roulette
Who won you ask? Can’t guess by looking at my smile?
You object? You talk of second chances? Are you deaf?
I thought you’d understand by now that it is not worthwhile
To fight against it if all you’ve got is the regret
Of not feeling true love and….What? You roll your eyes? Oh, dear, there’s no denial
That you and I don’t really know each-other yet.
