Is it just me or did a part of me die in the night?
Laughing at me, I’m sitting here in fright,
Lovely isn’t it? I mean the moon,
Don’t look back, then when it was last June,
All I’m saying is, in me lies a desert,
And I’m still afraid of my errors.
At least, I’m a little better than before,
Perhaps, maybe this life is truly more,
And I’ll find everything I want one day,
Peoples’ pain, hearts are stained, it’ll all be gained.
Maybe, episodes like I believe in nothing happening again.
Make me laugh, will I ever escape this misery?
I’m no devil, but reckless happily.
Beat me, these scarlet ribbons are sure pretty,
Who am I kidding, it’s not getting any better…what a pity.
Life of chasing unrequited love,
I could fly away like a dove.
Scarlet ribbons. How I love them. How they take me to the end. How they bring me back up again. How the cycle never ends.