• Do away with material things,
    For what I need, they cannot bring.
    Sometimes I feel like I'm made of glass,
    So easy to shatter, broken so fast.
    My heart, my mind, my body, my soul,
    Run wild through the wind, so cold.

    This pain that I feel is just to real,
    Take it away, I want to heal.
    My memories of the past,
    Forgotten, although it was not an easy task.
    The future is so unclear,
    Only it is what I truly fear.

    Do away with Reality,
    And with it mortality.
    These eyes that would cry if only they could,
    Sting with tears, as they should.
    Turn my back on this world,
    Its holding me back, keeping me bored.

    Let my imagination run free,
    Love being the only thing to ground me.
    Without it I would be lost,
    But is that such a high cost?
    And with this I take my leave,
    To be alone, to let my heart grieve.