Neutral Corner
I don't know what to do with my spare timeI guess I'm making another mistakeSeems like once again I've got the wrong ideaAbout what it is to "be on the right track"
And so briefly, it's likeIntense fireworks, shining brilliantlyAnd now they're scorching my soul
I believe the day will come that I hold your bare heart in my hands1I rush through without a backwards glance, despite the memories of days gone by
A pathway in the nightThe moon is concealed in the whiteness of my breathThe mockery of night swimmingBut I know I can't become him
I reach out my hands to cover the skyIf I could be as pure2 as the moonIt wells up and starts to overflow3
I believe the day will come when I meet what you call your true "self"I rush through without a backwards glance at the faint memories in the corner of my eye
Scorching my soul, can I go yet?I tell myself I'm halfway thereSuch things as "sadness" and "emptiness"I take everything as I rush through
I believe the day will come that I hold your bare heart in my handsI rush through without a backwards glance, despite the memories of days gone by