So is there a tomrrow
in this spot I stand, waiting for me still?
My eyes are blinded by my senseless emotions
and all I can sing of is a fictional world.
When I awake,
will I get out of this place?
Only in my dreams, is reality near...
Escaping those dreams, I lack a certain knowledge
of how to sleep anymore.
Please, take my hand before I fall any further...

Your eyes would gaze on me
and the calming worlds that left your mouth
would echo in my thoughts...
Until that comes back to me, I will continue
descending into my dark fiction.
All that I asked for, in my life
was a reason to see the light that is
continually becoming smaller and smaller...

All reasons in my mind
to keep hoping, have become a lie.
You are still not here, as I fall into this eternity...
A reason for an action?
A voice raised for a word, I still do not recognize
this foreign feeling of my regrets.
Do you still remember the side of me
that had a voice in her life?
Ah, I still dream of you when I try to forget...
Please, take this frozen hand and pull me from my grave...

Every word I have spoken will soon too, fade into this garden of misery.
I will fight with all it takes
to make those roses that are bloodstained and weak live.
You are, still there in that distant reality.
Some day, I will meet you there.

My hollow words echoed in the walls of fiction lining me,
please tell me that when I awake; I will dissapear...
Holding onto every emotion as I become numb, it's a pain...
As I remember the warm feeling of your words,
I still want to see you, even if I am invisible to you...
Ah, please tell me I will be alive
if I am to wake another day?
Will you rescue me from this eternity?
Ah, please reach your hand out soon...