we always played,
spreading around the foolish dreams however we saw fit,
making me your toys.

A piece of a half-finished dream will unexpectedly hurt me.
we closed our eyes and walked away from each other,
how cowardly iam.
What I couldn't say to you is still in my heart.
when touch it with my scissor hand, I feel a nostalgic pain.

Were we walking to get closer to something
or just to get away from something?
I still don't know the truth.
the truth that im not the real Human
but It's not that I'm trying to be brave,
it's just that I feel I can't stop,
because I don't want to blame the memory of us.

These days what's become of those pieces of a dream
that you packed away in the end?
I....
realized that i can't go back to the way things i were.