- One bad apple
spoils the barrel... -
Bad Apple!!
Maidens are preparing...
Flowing on and on,
still in time, but
feeling listless
Turning 'round and 'round,
take a look at me as I spin away
Coming out of me
is my heart,
though you can't see it
Seeing as that's so,
I guess you just don't care?
Coming out of me is no movement,
and time goes on
Draining through its cracks,
and so doing to the very day
I don't know a thing,
ignorant of my surroundings
I am merely me,
and can be
no more
Am I living in a dream?
I can't even see, it seems
Even if I were to scream,
the words come to mean nothing
Say it's sad, and I ask, why?
Mere exhaustion's my reply
All my feelings, I deny,
what may be may well go by
If the words I come to hear
are confusing to the ear,
then my heart is so confined
to pay all of them no mind
And if coming out of me,
any movement should you see,
it means all color will change,
and with black shall be exchanged
For a person such as me,
is a future guaranteed?
In this world, I feel so small,
do I have a place at all?
Has this place still yet to show?
Is this sadness, is this woe?
Though it matters to me so,
I must say I do not know
If by foot I do go on,
by exhaustion I am drawn
knowing others as anon,
so they might as well be gone
If I am in such a way,
and yet I will change someday,
when I change, as so I say,
white will wash the dark away
Flowing on and on,
still in time, but
feeling listless
Turning 'round and 'round,
take a look at me as I spin away
Coming out of me
is my
heart,
though you can't see it
Seeing as that's so,
I guess you just don't care?
Coming out of me is no movement,
and time goes on
Draining through its cracks,
and so doing to the very day
I don't know a thing,
ignorant of my surroundings
I am merely me,
and can be no more
Am I living in a dream?
I can't even see, it seems
Even if I were to scream,
the words come to mean nothing
Say it's sad, and I ask, why?
Mere exhaustion's my reply
All my feelings, I deny,
what may be may well go by
If the words I come to hear
are confusing to the ear,
then my heart is so confined
to pay all of them no mind
And if coming out of me,
any movement should you see,
it means all color will change,
and with black shall be exchanged
And if I should ever move,
and if I should ever move,
everything will be destroyed,
everything will be destroyed
Should I sadden at my plight,
should I sadden at my plight,
will the color of my heart
change to be a brilliant white?
Everything there is to you,
everything there is to me,
everything there is to all,
I don't know what it could be
If my ever-burdened eyes
were to open in surprise
everything would turn to ash,
everything will turn to black