Admiring My Nightmares
He dances before my eyes, graceful... Beautiful... But harmful. He strikes me, and I fall... But I am already back up. Why am do I feel trapped when I'm not with him, but imprisoned when I am?..
He dances before my eyes, graceful... Beautiful... But harmful. He strikes me, and I fall... But I am already back up. Why am do I feel trapped when I'm not with him, but imprisoned when I am?..