True, love’s death is quite romantic,
The rose has wilted away.
I put a match to its petals,
And watched it turn to grey.

And our friends are always near us,
At least, that’s what they say.
I feel they’re moving farther and farther
Every single day.

True love is an illusion,
At least, that’s what I feel.
Always putting someone before yourself
Is totally unreal.

And at the day of judgement,
You’ll finally reveal
What all of that tattered skin
Truly does conceal.

True, friends can be your enemies,
Some are actually evil spies,
Who listen to all your secrets,
And change them into lies.

Then again, who really needs them?
I’m picking them off like flies,
My memories prance like devils
In the blue and open skies.

Now the moon has almost faded
And the sun is starting to rise.
The dawn is coming nearer
And now the darkness dies.

And you’ll know that I’ll be there, dear
When your blue heavens cry.
I’ll always be there in your hear
To wipe your tired eyes…