So long ago, in the depths of dream.
Where memories spoke truths.
And villains were locked up.

I met a girl,
Who I shared so many stories with.
Who I let into my imperfect,and lonely world.
But of course there came a day,
When all the things we'd ever felt.
Died out into nothing.
And I grabbed a key, and hid these things.
And never spoke of them again.

Too many miles away, in the depths of my mind.
Where memories are kept hidden,
And heroes never lie.

I met a girl,
Who I shared so many stories with.
Who I let into my imperfect, and lonely world.
But of course, there came a day,
When all the things we'd ever felt.
Died out into nothing.
And I grabbed a key, and hid these things.
And never spoke of them again.

Not long ago, I grabbed the key.
I let the monters free.
And unveiled the truth of what lies in such hidden things.

Cause I met a girl.
Who I told so many stories to.
Who I let into my imperfect, and lonely world.
Until all the things we'd ever felt.
Died out, and became the hidden things I speak to you today.