when a lonely soul grieves, no one notices it
they can curse their fate, but not perceive that they're already cursed
attempt to create an utopia, have them perform in a fake world
but it's all a distant fantasy so long as their chains still hold them
unable to break those chains, eternal wandering is inevitable...
just as a wingless bird crawling along cannot change its fate...
and yet even still, they chase after pipe dreams
so if you'll keep wishing on those naive dreams...
i'll pluck away every hope you have.