Take a person out of dungeons.
Show her the flowers, the sun and the moon.
Show her an existence in search of a better version of truth.
Show her that you could be anything, anything in this messed up world!
And when she's something worth herself, leave.
Blame time, 'cause that's a better excuse.
I hope you realize that leaving in first place, had made it the dungeon.
But who cares.
|You could fall in hatred too, like in love. |
But the worst part is, you could not hate anything as much as you could hate yourself.
Welcome to a world that has no exit gates.