Too Tired to Think of a Title - Attempt to Freedom

loud voices
loud noises
that's all you'll ever hear when you are with me

bubbles flying
colors flashing
and all that moves and flows and grows

I was never that tranquil
I've always been the beast at Lake Loch

My eyes have spoken of love once
Now it can only give the slyness that can pierce through your wall

My joviality has long been gone.
It has been washed out and drowned in tears.

My life's a frivolity.
It can never be your haven.
It can never be your heart.

Run free...
The chains were lost
My grip was wrenched loose
Into the calmness beside the Rising Sun.