So, what is wrong with having a litle fun?
Is it too much to just have the will to let it flow?
What if i am a litle devil girl or
just a sweet angel lulaby flying around?

Cages, that are made of words that hurt us,
hounting our lifes with pitty and regrets.

So, i ask you again, is it too heavy work?
To just think of your self as the owner of your life,
The creep that lies and lied,
Your own Queen or King in a Castle's Yard.

Limitations, breaking down your dreams,
making your diamont mind a hollow blurry empty thought.

So, what is wrong with just being your self?,
What is wrong with being evily saint?
What is wrong with flying with closed eyes,
dreaming, crashing, and getting your self back on track?

Rage, that is all you get,
for holding your own self and don't letting him out.

Remember, always remember,
that at the end it is only your self
the one that judges you in front of the mirrow.

Do you think, really, by any chance,
that any one but your self
can really be that hard?

I am looking into my eyes now...
and i am proud of what i have become...
chosing very carefull what words to really heard...
rising my eyes to a new self, leading to follow...