We Weave a Messed Up Web

Everything is tangled Like a web being knocked down. I can't let you go, So I fight against odds.

Nothing is perfect anymore. No happiness without anger, No relaxation without excitement, No quietness without interuption, No passion without pain.

Still I fight, still I stand. I might waver, I might become weak, But I just can't let this go. Remembering what it still can be, I hope for just a moment of perfection.