Back in those days, I would dream of the skies above
And now, those dreams are trickling down from the pieces
Of my shattered heart
Frozen deep inside, shivering from the cold�when did it start?
My eyes can't see a thing, not even sadness�where did it start?
That night, I wandered about lost
Which sky are the birds soaring through?
That breeze will never again whisper
In this one
If I try to wake up, I end up getting hurt by heartless remarks
If I stay asleep, the flames of desire scorch me all over�ever so gently
As I pretend not to notice
Utterly alone, even in the middle of the pale night, I lie awake
Cut by the thorns I let grow inside
My heart bleeds lost memories
The pain will disappear, if only I could pull this thorn out�
But the thorn that's growing in my mind
makes me deny my feelings, makes me refuse love�
and it bleeds inside of my memories.
Leaves me with a scar in my heart.