• Reach out and feel nothing but the sadness and darkness that your soul is droning in.
    The cold winds blow so freely around me.
    My freezing body feels nothing but pains.
    My heart is filled with these cold pains.
    If I fall I'll end up in the bottom of hell so I must not stumble.
    I’m lost, Get me out of here, Get me out of here…..
    I can’t run away from my death, Don’t let me die in vane, My prince.
    Cant I even dream?
    Watching the blinded ballerina spin round and round over aging saying “I want to die, let me die now.”
    I’m here, my sorrow over flows my soul.
    If my screams don’t reach you in time, it’s completely unworthy of me living.
    Don’t let me die in vane, my prince.
    Can’t I even dream?