and at night they go out; Escape the pain
She says she wanted to see that the pain just died away...
She knows that the castle is only feathers
and the only way to enter is to disapear.
"Well, what's the difference?
Nor friend, nor enemy can claim they're always right.
And hell, isn't it time that I should make up my fucking mind?
And so I let it go..."
She shapes her prison like a sunset.
It's not sane, but again; Who's to blame?
She says she wanted to leave her philosophies behind...
She knows that truth is only what you make of it
and the only way to center is to disapear.
"Well, what's the difference?
Nor friend, nor enemy can claim they're always right.
And hell, isn't it time that I should make up my fucking mind?
Just this time..."
Nothing's everlasting, nothing's perfect,
but there are ways to make ourselves feel better.
Don't think it's not worthwhile!
