Being this low, makes me believe that one day I must rise high,
But I’m not there yet, and I haven’t even searched for this first step,
It seems that this Summer, I will be consumed by fire,
That all I hoped for; the pain I feared would culminate.
It’s turned into something awful, but somehow I’m not as afraid as I believed myself to be,
For I’ve ruined it all, perdita,
Lost everything I ever had, and now I’m trying to convince myself,
That this is a new beginning, that will open its door into a marvellous reality.
Because I believe in rose dreams, and I believe in happiness,
I believe in that freedom I once possessed, the carefree roaming of my mind,
And how I miss the nights where first songs gave me so much hope in a new day,
Music that carried me through, like an old soul,
As I watch the days go by, with a desire for the old ones to return whenever I see a golden sunrise.