Lyrica Live - U.N. Owen Was Her?

10…
9…
8…
7…
6…
5…
4…
3-2-1!

Ready, ready, are you ready?
One more round of hide-and-seek
Make this match a good match for me
I don’t need a friend who’s weak

Oh my soldier, where are you hiding?
Mirrors within mirrors all
Around, and no reflection cast
Your misguiding makes it exciting:
I can’t even tell what I’m looking at!

Oh my soldier, where are you going?
I should know that this is the
Kind of place that can’t be left
Like fresh blood, once
Spilt, gets to flowing:
Our little game isn’t over yet!

( “Patterns… The patterns are so pretty!
Here’s another! Can you find
Your way through this maze?
A maze like this sometimes
Gets a little tight and scary
And if you touch the edge, you’ll…
Well, don’t touch the edge, okay?
That’s part of the game!” )

Seven colors~
My rainbow misses something still
My favorite shade of scarlet will
Increase until I have my fill—

Lonely, lonely, I’ll be lonely
If you leave me like before
All forbidden in name only
There’s no limit anymore

Shame, for now, this playtime is ending;
My new toy is broken again
Like everything I touch
If it snaps with such easy bending:
Well, I guess it was
Never worth that much!

Oh my soldier, where are you going?
Hungering for more, as the
Number dwindles down to one
No fear showing, deep in un-knowing:
Glanced again, and then…there were none?