She isn't real.
She'll never be...

Watch her move acrossed a darkend room,
Trapped forever in her mind...

That deciving feeling warms over as I cry over...
The regretful pin box sits untouched upon that...

Your gone.
It seems like yesterday you were here talking...

I am empty.
Can't you see my crimson tears...

Best friend,
I hold you dear...

I am dark and sensetive.
I wonder about death...

Silver Wind
Moonlight Beaming DownWards...

Flower to flower
Elegance in grace and flight...

Rapidly reaching
Envy the golden leaves...

To fast, to slick, to whatever.
That is what I am...

Within the mirror lies a reflection,
Deep within that...