Princess of Masquerade

In this perfect sleepy, I really don't want to sleep.

In this perfect skies, I just don't need to fly.

Something in my brain

so bold and strong,

a pair of love and pain,

Do you need me, Princess of Masquerade?

My hair and my hands, they are cursed.

The guitar in my hands, pain.

Look around here! There's nobody around.

nobody.