But only for a moment they were all fragments of me, a historical figment, a past in the wild.
Now they were here to haunt me.
I was alone in that royal peace, a humble servant of your pleasure.
Believed in carols for you whispered them.
And as days turned into nights I felt as a queen.
Yesterday you knocked on my door with a sense of eagerness. Today, you're just a lonesome boy. The way you cared and touched... Was only a glimpse of your fortuitous glamour.
So I walk this streets alone once more hopping for the nights. The darkness that's only mine... not ours.
Tell me why is it that I feel the end is near?
Perishing endearments in your golden dreams
And a portion of nightmares to match.
Begins with has and haven't beens
And the ending is the broken pieces we catch.
Black as if white has been washed out. That's how I sense my reality. If only I could restore it's foggy brightness...
