It seemed a true love,
Between me and Luleski...

Is it still my heart the helps the beating,
Or is that you that forces harsh retreating...

Tonight we both lay awake,
Both in our own dark room...

Just one white lie,
Nothing wrong...

\"So, why does it hurt me?\"
And why should you care...

One thousand miles between our love,
signs of you, in the clouds above...

I remember when,
So long ago...

As my wrist bled,
And the liquid stained my bed...

The red bleeding,
From a depressing night...

A crime and a sin,
In the twilight dark...

Crying eyes,
And divine lies...

A bloody wrist,
so hard to resist...