THERE WAS A MAN CALLED SIGMUND FREUD AND IN HIS SCRIPTURES WAS ONE POINT: THAT LOSING SOMETHING MEANS IN FACT YOU NEVER WANTED OR REGRET TO OWN THIS THING, YOU JUST REJECT… FOR NOW MY FEELINGS ARE AT STRIFE SO WHAT’S IT LIKE LOSING YOUR LIFE? A NIGHTMARE ENDS, A NEW BEGINS, AND HOW YOU TWIST IT, NO ONE WINS FOR ALL TOO LONG FORGOTTEN TEARS YOU SCREAM OUT LOUD AND NO ONE HEARS YOU’RE LOST IN YOUR PRIVATE PERDITION… A NEED TO FIGURE OUT HIS WORDS APPARENT LOGIC YET ABSURD MY WAYS BECAME ALL GLOOMY THEN FOR ALMOST LORN NOW I BEGAN TO PROOF THIS THING, CROSSING THE BAN… TO TELL THE TRUTH, TO LEAVE THE SHADES, FOR ME MYSELF IT’S LONG TO LATE A NIGHTMARE ENDS, A NEW BEGINS, AND HOW YOU TWIST IT, NO ONE WINS FOR ALL TOO LONG FORGOTTEN FEARS YOU SCREAM OUT LOUD AND NO ONE HEARS YOU’RE LOST IN YOUR PRIVATE MYTHOMANIA… THE CHILD SO DEEP INSIDE MYSELF THOUGH BEING OLD I LOOK LIKE TWELVE SHE CAN’T BELIEVE IT WHAT HE SAID CLASPING HARD ON WHAT SHE HAD FOR IT WAS HERS THAT SHE HAD SHED… THIS IS MY SECRET, IT’S MY LAME FOR ONCE YOU LOST YOU CAN’T REGAIN A NIGHTMARE ENDS, A NEW BEGINS, AND HOW YOU TWIST IT, NO ONE WINS FOR ALL TOO LONG FORGOTTEN TEARS YOU SCREAM OUT LOUD AND NO ONE HEARS YOU’RE LOST IN YOUR PRIVATE TRADUCEMENT YOU’RE LOST IN YOUR PRIVATE MYTHOMANIA YOU’RE LOST IN YOUR PRIVATE PERDITION