Losing What's Not Mine

Escaping reality seems the only way to really feel free; lying back on a soft meadow, looking up to see the scarlet moon rushing against another shadow... before the coming of dawn! Losing what's not mine, its very hard of letting go, because it took more that faith to get where I am... and only be left with pride! I took a forgotten dream, and turned it into a vision: to set the mood of passion... to steadly touch, not just feel! Losing what' not mine makes me doubt the meaning of those unconvincing words; how did I fell for a lie so unforgiving, too unpleasant to be remembered by time... to which everything belongs? Every star has gone to another sky, and the pale moon won't leave; how should I forget about Eve, if I have no strength to cry?