Nothing More To Say
Looking out the window, here in this place high up above
The world below me, everyone there having such fun
But I am stuck here, unable to move; unable to breathe
As I'm told what I must become; who I must be
Why do you always talk of the world outside, as if it's a dream?
- The Twelve Days Of Christmas
- The Future Is Now (Kawaii Pastel Remix)