Once upon a time in a country far across the sea, there stood a tall hill all alone. Many a man had come from a far to try and claim it, while others had come just to climb it.
Darkened scenes from a forgotten play Nightime traces her fingers through your hair; A whispered word makes the pain bearable As a lifetime of shame seems to disappear. Tilt you head back
Am I a monster? No... Then why am I so lonely? Because... Is there something wrong with me? No... Spring came and left once again. The winter sun shines brightly.