G L A D N O Y U M E In your dreams I'm yoursBut the crying is foreverDreams turn into nightmares as you open your eyesScream for your destinyFor I'll never be with youIt's a Glad's dreamA hopeless hope of fateCry for everything you don't haveIt's all an illusion of your mindA dream
Perfect World We were raised within the fire of comfortable circumstances that you can't chose when they take place, the rules we follow, such an empty fate to follow. I hate more and more the unsuitable happy blue sky I was born under, this is not the world I was meant to born to. I wish for something impossible to understand.We were raised within the fire of comfortable circumstances and, now, we can't chose. We know how it feels to be powerless when the rules of the world are being turned upside down. Screaming without pleasure, noticing that we've being living in loneliness all our lives...The story repeats itself once again, so beautiful, yet