You had so many years,
many years to go...

You ask for whats perfect,
but there is no such thing...

I know we have our differences,
and we do not always agree...

This awful man, so full of hate,
You as his wife is your fate...

Made to be born, you were supposed to be here,
To feel your hope and face your fear...

I wish the sunset would never fade,
but it will, and I'll hold on to the memories we...

Explosions of our own bombs,
Pouring blood on our hands...

The people sit down at a green and wooden table,
Welcome to the game, between reality and fable...

I walk upon this empty street,
as normal I walk alone...

You used to call me an angel, with flowing blond...
An angel of love, embraces and care...

She looks into the mirror,
what does she see...

Don't let anyone take away your mind.
Dare to take a challenge, if you want to unwind...