• Light fire to these paper wings,
    And I will be a spectacle for you to behold,
    Hoping only broken dreams are nothing like broken glass.
    Maybe I can grow back my dignity,
    But what will I sacrifice to swirl in the wind,
    Like fallen leaves and angel feathers, dancing upon the dirt?

    You appear to watch in agony,
    But underneath the mask I see.

    Don't bother watching me with those colourful words in your eyes;
    The deception on your lips hurts worse with each one of my cries.

    The clock tower waves with both hands,
    Mocking me on my twisted ascension to the Earth,
    The arrow in my side laughs as it faces my former position.
    Watch the flames make contrast,
    To the sepia tone of this twilight-casted cityscape,
    And see them fizzle out as I collide with the lake of asphalt.

    So you've witnessed my fall from grace,
    Now time flows backwards in this place.

    Dusting me off and placing me back on the shelf won't save you,
    If that's all that you took from the special performance I gave you.

    Don't bother watching me with those colourful words in your eyes;
    The deception on your lips hurts worse with each one of my cries.