Behind reality
And in my dreams
You seem to be so sweet...
I try to split
This image of your personality,
But action'll never be complete.
I've mixed up everything in myself,
I was mistreated by your eyes,
And I'll forever be despised,
Forever lost and wandering creature,
Too young in soul, toо old in feature...
I'm longing for to be excused
From destiny to make fun and to amuse.