Butterflies flying
Colors blowing my mind
Green grass
Red roses
A sweet wind in my face..
But How can I hide my fears?
If its part of me...
How can I hide my mistakes?
If its my present..How can I forget my pain?
If my soul is broken..
How can I rest?
If I know that its just a dream..
These colors are not real
These colors are not real
My butterflies are ravens
My flowers are tears
My pond is full of blood
And the wind in my face is cold like ice..
I know I dont belong here
I know I dont belong here
Because I dream with nightmares
Because my roses are in my grave'
Cause The darkness is my light..
and I'm almost sure that its is not my world
Its just a fantasy
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