It's yours, but it's not yours.
It drags you down and then it hoists you up.
It hates you, but it loves you.
This mind, it's an abyss of darkness and madness
and only the brave would dare to escape.
This heart, it's fickle.
It desires the impossible.
It's yours, but you'll never own it.
It wants, and it doesn't want.
This heart, it's a parade of fleeting infatuations and envy
and only the wise would dare to get close.
