Don't know what to say
Don't know what to feel
Except I'm tired
I sometimes believe
I don't need this
What's the gain?
Never convinced that
this
is the way
Maybe I'd
be
better of alone
How do I tell you this
That the magic is dying
Even before you've had a chance
to put a spell on me
This was my dream for so long
Will it become the ultimate charade?
This dream
This picture on the wall
Will I ever want
to give myself
to give my all
To you?
It is my belief
T' is what is needed
To tear it of the wall
To break the frame
With you?
This is the greatest of all
This is the ultimate
Self righteous suicide