fantasy is drawn and 
Was then given a fun-filled life
The world of the living art
Is the only thing for joy

I gaze out from inside my home
To see what lays within the strange
Showcased world which amazes me so much,
But I have to wonder why…

Why the smiling girl who is
Waiting on-end for her master
Why must she be so alone?
“Do I deserve this?”

In the world of the damaged and old drawing book
The feelings of a girl who awaits for someone to show
This is called a “fantasy”?
It’s nothing but a nightmare
Emotions change, please set me free!

hand is seen reaching out,
Into the Fabricated World
Finally, somebody to be with me in here
The door’s finally opened up for you
So please stay here with me, that’s me alone…

And in all just a single day,
Two roses had appeared, but even so
I am rejected, stabbed by their thorns, 
And you know, it really hurts…

It’s just like hate, betrayal
I feel as if my emotions are scattered all around
I just want some friends, is it really to much to ask for?

In this world of a damaged and old, tattered drawing book
The plead of a girl which just cannot be heard
The picture of her existence, a so called
“Fantasy”
Is burning, now in ashes

I didn’t want to disappear,
To be by myself in the end,
But there is no salvation to ever be seen
I just want to be loved, to be with somebody
Anybody, please, call out to me!

This hand which is seen reaching out,
Into the Fabricated World
Was just too far away, too far to grab onto
The door is now closed once again
I stay here, sleeping forever and all alone

And this girl,
Her name happens to be
Mary!!!