So you said you did.
So the truth may be unmasked.
Behind every lover,
is a murdered,
just waiting for a chance at your back.

We all have two faces,
we all have two faces,
we all have two faces,
one of yours was covered with a mask.

Is there anything left of me?

Only you know.
This truth so haunts me.
To have my strings,
in the hands of a monster,
who endlessly taunts me.
I am your puppet,
you are my king.
You ask me to bow,
if you ask, I will sing.

We all have two faces,
we all have two faces,
we all have two faces.
But you,
wore a mask.

But I can see through
the holes in your eyes.
Your thirst for lust
was your quick demise.

And not to despise,
but revive,
what we once had,
I might contrive,
the effort,
for one last kiss,
and gaze.

And I do imply
that for you,
My Love,
will always,
suffice,
and survive,
in my wounded bloody heart.

For you gave me my first dance,
and kiss,
and romance,
and heartbreak,

and lesson.