Don’t worry, I’ll be back.
Just let me rest my soul awhile.
The reality fades to black.
And again comes the wicked smile.
I dream of a world where time has stopped,
A world where there are make-believe wonders.
But, dear, the last tear has not been dropped.
You’ll still hear the lightning crack and the booming thunders.
The paths are dotted with black and red.
The sky is always a gloomy grey.
Shards of glass makes the monsters bed,
Find some hope another way.
You might find me loony to love this place.
Don’t worry, I find it crazy too.
But it really is such a fun place,
I’ll make it find a place in you.