I hate being bored but I appreciate the occasional slowdown to meditate on my life. I'm not very fond of parties as I don't drink or smoke and It makes me feel a little left out on them but I love hanging out with my close friends and meet someone new every once in a while, I like helping out and listening to people's problems.
Fiyero: Can your hear my heartbeat?
A beat tired of feeling "never enough".
I close my eyes, tell myself that my dreams will come true.
There'll be no more darkness when you believe in yourself.
We are unstoppable.
Where your destiny lies,
dancing on the blades,
you set my heart on fire.
Don't stop us now, the moment of truth.
We were born to make history.
We'll make it happen, we'll turn it around!
Born to make history!
Fiyero: There... exists bad people.
They live in the mirrors.
I can see them reach out sometimes...
Trying to grab life that is out of their hands.
But they've gone now..
they will return soon.
Fiyero: I stared at the full moon, wanting to find the solution inside her silent stillness.
Coldness all around me showed me how far my heart sunk deep in regret and loneliness.
In this garden of stone, humanity loss grows ever darker when hope is lost in quiet reverie.
Shuffling inside the frigid memories of a past not of our own, history of self but connected.
These last feelings melt away in the thought of you always dreaming in the darkness.
Time has not forgotten us, it comes slowly, trickling behind insanity that slithers into life.
Perhaps an otherworldly unjust test to make us realize failure is as natural as the wind.
Eternal nights come closer into the dusk of a lifetime, smile, at least we tried.
The solitude of this ruined castle called fate stood upon these eternal black hills and as the melody of ages past sang into my heart I knew how fast time endured through mystery clouds.
Walls made of ideas crumbling away, rainbows burst through as humanity's greatest strength shone bright. Creativity with all its might showed the path to take, destruction and creative primeval powers of God made human.
Labyrinths within, unexplored and filled with curiosity, tones and tunes, similar but different, one more complete. Sounding through these maze corridors and your song my map.
A cyclone of torrential emotions synergize with this dark forest where trees outgrow the fire.
I have to become the beastmaster to acquire control. Loneliness will not defeat these old bones.
Reach out and touch, solitary confusion is just a part of the soul. Isolation an illusion.
Fiyero: Life is such a beautiful mistake.
Precious and fragile, sometimes so much more than we can take.
Stronger than fire, created in all the walls we reach.
Im letting go of all fault and blame.
Because even if I used to want to be perfect...
I don't want to be perfect anymore.