When I foretold the end,
I was given a beginning.
When you believed what I had said,
I thought my victory was never ending.
Then you showed me truth,
behind a curtain of lies,
showed me your lovely face
How it was always in disguise.
Was I wrong to say I love you?
Were you wrong to love me too?
What is there left to say?
What is there left for you to do?
I don't know how to thank you
For all the love that you sent through
yet I don't know how to punish you
