She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

The answer to that question, i think i'll never know.
Dont look at me like that, know your limits and where your priorities stand.
And i'll never think of you again. back to top?