She walks the path from a home that's broken,
Remembers the small things that was never spoken...

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

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

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...

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

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

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 gave me a pink rose and said:
I like you...

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

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