Enola in Chains: I stare up at the moon. It mocks me with its beauty. I think of you, where you are. Who we used to be. How can our time be so short but long? How do I fix this shattered mess inside?
There is nothing beside me when I sleep. No-one holding me while I cry. I spend sick days alone and scared. Listen, as I play this tiny violin.
Without hopes for the future. I hide myself away from the world. The stunning world angers me. With its lasting, continuous light.
The memory of your face haunts me. I close my eyes, you're all I see. I lay awake at night, in the dark. Hearing our old conversations.
Something that once made me so happy. Even if it was hidden underneath. Because of my persistent persona. Once again I am wrapped in sadness.
A gloom so deep and dark. I get lost in my despair. The light at the end of the tunnel, gone out. Where is the one charged with its care?
I stare up at the moon. It mocks me with its beauty.
I think of you, where you are. Who we used to be.
How can our time be so short but long?
How do I fix this shattered mess inside?
There is nothing beside me when I sleep.
No-one holding me while I cry.
I spend sick days alone and scared.
Listen, as I play this tiny violin.
Without hopes for the future.
I hide myself away from the world.
The stunning world angers me.
With its lasting, continuous light.
The memory of your face haunts me.
I close my eyes, you're all I see.
I lay awake at night, in the dark.
Hearing our old conversations.
Something that once made me so happy.
Even if it was hidden underneath.
Because of my persistent persona.
Once again I am wrapped in sadness.
A gloom so deep and dark.
I get lost in my despair.
The light at the end of the tunnel, gone out.
Where is the one charged with its care?