| Woman of your dreams, I am
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| Comfort and relief — that is I
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| Through disease and times of woe
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| I will complete you with joy and happiness
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| There’s only love in me
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| My mind is that of calm yet I grow weary
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| My heart is total love yet I am harm
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| But that was then, now this is a later hour
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| I claimed I’d be there when we’re growing older
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| 'Twas only my heart that’s growing colder
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| I left you adrift in a sea of dying flowers
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| Alive in a sea of flowers dying
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| You chose to believe in my words
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| I only promised «in health»
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| «Sickness», I only took for so long
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| Now I leave for better or for worse
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| I have seen greener grass
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| Call me what you want — a succubus
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| temptress or harlequin, I don’t care
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| I’ve left a mark that wont go away soon
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| My lies are truth to me
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| Our love was that of lies and you never knew
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| Until I felt that I must leave with no return
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| This is the now, I know my «love» has been forgotten
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| Time hibernated and froze the coldest of all hearts
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| Adoration games, I play them and tear apart
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| Passion to cancer, my reverence so rotten
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| But no, there is only silence in the end
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| My time is nothing but a fading memory |