| The glass in front of me, half empty
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| Why do I fill it with what only poisons me
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| Is it the hope that lives inside
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| That hungers forevermore
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| Is it the child high on his dreams
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| Clinging on to his fantasy world
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| Who wants me to walk through the flames
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| Knowing I’ll hurt again
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| Always forcing me to return
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| And relive the pain again
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| She was the light behind the door
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| That should have been sealed forevermore
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| Weak as I was
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| My lust would seal my misfortune
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| Again I will walk the path that burns
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| No matter how much it’s gonna hurt
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| Because in the end
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| The lights are many, and nights are long
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| Once upon a time
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| My heart was content alone
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| Until a star woke it up with the light it shone
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| I used to burn my wings to the bone
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| Then always grow them back
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| After each radiant sun would burn me
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| And then would turn to black
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| But I failed to see the truth
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| Now I can smile
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| The damage undone
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| Finally I have learned
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| That I am the sun |