He says that I'm a watercolor stain
Light but powerful, vivid but not a main.
Maybe he should've been the frog and not the prince.
I guess my choices were not absolutely brave.
Love was in the broken moments
I thought they were golden but never shined so bright.
I rather felt crucified.
Why do we do that?
Willingly hanged on the cross just to make it real.
To make it beautiful.
To make it unforgettable.
This is just another tale in the shadows.
And no one sees the truth.
I'd pay the highest price.
To make the diamond shine.
To hold you one more time.
Nothing is going to stop me from talking to the morning star.
At least it knows that I was right.
To let you go and fly.
Tell me do you still survive?
What about me? What about them?
And what about all the souls that have
Cracks and craters all over their costumes?
Maybe it's time to wake up, this is not a fairytale,
Where you're the hero and I'm the mad March hare.
For one last time, I could be that stain.
The one that brought the movement,
The one that turned out alright,
The one that still has its heart.