At this moment... I am wearing a dark Goth clothing

Surrounded thought

By air and sorrow!

Why can't I end this now?

Why do I feel beautiful

wearing this clothing...

This type of dress

which makes me fat-less...

A bit more captivating than before,

Before I lost my grace!

How can I live without what's real?

How can't I find the unreal...

The darkness... in my heart

The madness that tears me apart

At this moment... I am wearing My Dark Dress,

I am a princess... of my doom

Having long ago lost my real home

I will forever wonder... in this world and beyond - until I find my grace

This type of grace

That will make me feel just like the rest

Without the make-up and the sorrow

Just living in a world... with no sorrow!!!

With these words I feel:

Well, My Dear...

(just remember)

Nothing's Real...