Slowly creeping up and overflowing, the deep, deep red of rust.
I am a decrepit tin man.
Within this hollow body, badump, badump, something is beating.
You must've lifted the curse on me.
Goodnight, until the day we meet again.
This heart, that for so, so long has been riddled with holes,
Right now hurts so, so much.
This deep, deep pain that you left behind
is what is called 'heart' right?
My mane, soft and delicate, flutters cowardly in the wind.
It was you who made me weak.
Time goes by so quickly, contrary to my heart.
I wave my hand and laugh, but my legs are trembling.
For so, so long I've just been pretending to be strong.
To tell you the truth I'm so, so scared.
But I'll keep moving forward. What you gave me wasn't
anything as weak as the courage to just hide my weaknesses.
Can't see anything, can't hear anything either.
If I didn't say anything and just continued being a scarecrow,
this pain and everything else was supposed to pass by without me ever realising.
This heart that has been frozen for so, so long,
Has begun to melt. Ah it hurts, it hurts so much.
But you know, I'm still moving forward. Even if the place I arrive at
isn't somewhere over the rainbow.
It's okay, cause I'm sure I'll be able to see you again one day.
Until we meet again, goodnight.