Fighting for my love
Location
In my vivid imagination I see nothing left but black,
The colors and bright lights I saw have faded out at last
Like every heart broken girl, I've lost what I had loved,
but for me it was painted trees and clouds of golden dust.
Dancing with the blowing winds, and singing to the stars,
I ran the paths of the no where man, and found my muse of art
Fighting hard to keep these things, I don't want to let go
starting to forget already, where the golden dust calls home
Sounds become realistic, the beeps I always dread
Taking away my love again, the morning sun says Hello
I am but a dreamer, waking up alone