Honesty, what will become of me?
i don't like reality
It's way to clear to me

But really life is dandy
we are what we don't see
we miss everything daydreming

flames to dust
lovers to friends
why do all good things came to an end

the dog howels the cat meows
we stand and wait for day to end
butall we can see is reality

it'sway to clear to me

it is ranning i sad i can not go out side T_T this poped in to my head srry if it is gloomy