At the day she came to me and said she's gone
I brought her a flower a color so bright
her eyes were dark and filled with pity
Overwhelmed by my deed
showing me her hands that once carried grand beauty
so empty they're now
so empty they're now
With the fall of? the day, she sat down in a corner of the 
room
I heard her cry while reaching for the curtain that 
fought its way out

her final words and fall themselves with vicious honesty 
If only the one that sees me now 
Could help my life in vain 
My perfect little self 
My perfect little self has this name...perfume... what's 
left in me behind my dimming life.... 
do I still have to? hide 
do I still have to hide 
stealing matters' delight redeem my eyes from what I 
steal from life 
from what I stand for in life 
must I really pray to be justified