My own lonely face that kills.
Stuck gripping the minds of darkness.
Fixed in memory that should dead
My mind thought of past sins
Curse in the mirror I can not escape
But it's about being or not
Now the mirror is said and railed
Curse and it's time has come
All of which should have gone up now
And every curse ends with heaven
Now only tears of joy and pleasure
Now only a sad face and bruised
I felt the warmth of blood when flushed
Beautiful all the time it happens
Blood particle accompany her step
Who grieve again as usual
