The curtains open on the stage
I play my part so well...

In a land that's far away
Elves harbor a secret everyday...

The smell of you; your fragrance.
The sweet aroma lingers...

Waiting for your fragrance
Waiting for your touch...

I'm tired of living
Painting on my mask...

Pulsating...
Throbbing...

A tender thing, it is
One time broken, now fragile...

Not knowing what will happen,
Looking not for the bad...

Wallowing in pity
The darkest of nights...

I want to write forever
I think no one understands...

Tender and fragile
Like a butterfly's wings...

Shifting smile
Darting eyes...