Never have I told myself br Life is but milk and roses. br I daren't dream br Of what's not real. br br But can't I hope that br Nothing's impossible? br Is it just me or br is this earth round? br br 'Cause it seems to have br No end where we can hault. br Terror always seems eternal br But bliss a mere mirage. br br Tell me, My Beloved, this. br Is there really an answer? br Or is it just a myth I believe br To keep myself alive? br br Little does one know br Of the future ahead. br And our past, we try br Forever to forget. br br It feels like I am standing br At the edge of a cliff. br One foot forward and br I fall to my end, to those br Depths immeasureable.