It is all my fault. I am a never-ending dreamer that gets crushed as a bug gets crushed with a windshield… because of dreams… because I know what I want but somehow the game turns up in a way so I cannot get it. And I know I deserve it all… But somehow nothing is ever enough… And somehow I am destined to be little, to be killed endlessly, to be ignored and thrashed… I wish I had the skills to be evil, so I could really get what I want. If I were evil, I’ll have it all… But among everything, I choose to be good and have faith and care… And I don’t lie. And spitting out the truth all my life has left me with nothing. Not that I am going to change that… But, it is a fact. I am so beautiful… But what’s the use? No one appreciates me for real. No one will ever see the woman I am. It is my destiny. A warrior princess that got killed in a last battle, and forever remains there as a lovely ghost.