I don't know where i, i dont know why
I'm still in this world, but already i'm blind
I hope it won't be the end of the game
But never the less i'm so tired of play.

In some pretty worlds we are goddess or god
With angels and demons on our part
But still have a question: Who are we in life?
The choose of reality, was it right wise?

For what we decide and for what we must do
It's seems to come back to the place dear to
To change monitor to the bless of your eyes
Forbidden. Forgotten. But now time's pass..

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