I can remember a place I used to go.
Chrysanthemums of white,
they seemed so beautiful.
I can remember. I searched for amaranth.
I'd shut my eyes to see.
Oh, how I smiled then,
so near the cherished ones.
I knew they would appear…saw not a single one.
Oh, how I smiled then,
waiting so patiently.
I'd make a wish and bleed.
While I waited I was wasting away.
I can remember…dreamt them so vividly,
soft creatures draped in white,
light kisses gracing me.
I can remember when I first realized
dreams were the only place to see them.
While I waited I was wasting away.
Hope was wasting away.
Faith was wasting away.
I was wasting away.
I never, never wanted this.
I always wanted to believe,
but from the start I'd been deceived.
I never, never wanted this.
Inside a crumbling effigy,
so dies all innocence.
But you promised me…
