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 Scars are carved in the wooden floors she sits on They're 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