We met to run away,
We loved to be alone,
I want to laugh away,
I cannot live at all.
We promised – told a lie.
We dreamt just playing roles.
I so want to cry
And wrest the soul.
The beauty can be dirty,
And eyesore can be nice,
How often we aren’t noble
But lazar sacrifices…
So why can I be funny?
So why can I be gilt?
So why am I not crying?
So why can I take sleep?