When I look into the mirror it seems I am cut into three
I never can tell which side is responsible, which is the real me
"is it "love"? she is dark and mysterious too
no- it is "trust"- the one who turned on you
certainly "hope" was the one who made
sunlight turn white, then black, then fade"
"maybe they all combined into one
ganging up can be so much fun!
i am sorry sweetheart- as you can see:
it wasn't me who threw you into the sea"
"love", "trust", "hope"- all things I don't need
but certainly all of these i have decieved
oh stupid virtues! they've turned me dead!
"they could have helped you! you turned on them instead!"
