soon

far away from the weird nights
i seem to be alone as ever
but i won't be this night
won't be tonight

soon...
i'm releasing my last breathe out
i wonder will i leave my sorrows behind
all the visions of this city plays with me
i see nothing is faimiliar to me
but my paper coiled nicotine

i should clear up my mind
why to blame my mirror heart
if only dreams are for my tomorrow
for my future

soon...
my spirit will create ghosts
i will shape my feelings
i can hear the sound of desolation
i think that was the sound i want to hear
i will shape this night
as least i will see my misery
when the lies becomes me..

'do i need that satisfaction
i have seen this magic before...'