One step heavier than the other,

I drag my feet higher and higher;

the need to get a bit farther

cancels every different desire.

Dragging my feet in a stupor,

oblivious to the numerous dangers;

who knew you could be a duper?

Are we truly only strangers?

Overwhelmed by the seeming purity;

I never quite knew any better.

Wrapped in a false cloth of security,

I see us in pink, but slightly redder.

Slowly running out of air,

it's harder to go on.

Desperately needing a break,

but having no time to spare,

my determination is nearly gone.

My hopeless want for your praise,

for your approval and small flattery

makes me abandon what's left of my grace

and all of my glory becomes time's history.

Caught unaware, I lose my footing suddenly

and am ripped from your gentle hold

as gravity takes a strong hold of me

and in my place now another is caught.

You embrace someone new in my stead;

you pull them closer to your chest,

you brush their hair affectionately with your hand

and they let go without much protest.

They let go as I once did too,

of all their problems and troubles.

In this scene, there is simply nothing new,

no sightings of any possible struggles.

It will come soon, though,

just you wait for it.

You will shortly come to know

the truth about the words once sweet.

Just like me, you will meet your downfall

since you didn't pass the test.

We shall dance toghether at the Death's Ball,

and maybe that is really for the best.

And again, just like the two of us,

new ones will come searching also.

Looking for a love made of glass

with a light path to follow.

Beware though of the light side,

for the path has its own faults.

In fact, nothing can really be that bright

and dead is the man who the secret key holds.

They can still try to rise,

go up the rocky mountain.

True, at the end awaits a prize;

an old, dried, loveless fountain.