I Was Once A Fan

I was once a fan
Of an adventurer and a flower girl.
I was once a fan
Of a cyborg with metal for skin.
I was once a fan of it all.
And then the fall.

But once you shed all your desires,
For their world in entire.
Nothing else seems to matter,
But to toss your old worries in the fire.

Perhaps it's because you could be only one,
Or perhaps it was I was done,
With all this materialism with a cyborg
And her gun.

I'm one that like to blends things,
Let them blend together in blood.
And yet around her under the cybernetic hood,
Are untouched wires beneath the skin.

I was once a fan
Of an adventurer and a flower girl.
I was once a fan
Of a cyborg with metal for skin.
I was once a fan of it all.
And then the fall.

So do me the favor, and let me go. I want to enjoy the December snow.