Now my heart is free-
It’s a soaring like a bird,
flying till I join the stars.
Guess that’s why I fell so hard and fast,
like a shooting star in the dark.
Come into my secret garden-
Don’t you see the blood red roses?
I painted them myself.
Guess that’s what will happen,
when you play with thorn bushes.
Aren’t they beautiful?
Aren’t I beautiful?