(I don't remember,
When you changed.
Seems I've been living
A lie for so long . . .)

Do you still remember life,
From the eyes of a child?
Have you forgotten me forever?
I sit here watching your ghost of a smile.

There's no way to lie about what you've become,
But is this any way to end your pain?
Is hatred all that has been left to you?
Your smile no longer shines when I call your name.

Why do you slash at your fragile skin?
Have you lied about it from the start?
Is this a reason to give up on life?
This is no way to win her heart.

Our perfect world shattered like glass.
I'm dying with you, against you, without you.
Too weak to recover the pieces of this,
And yet I'm still beside you.

Can I face this world?
When I cannot even face myself?
Innocence corrupted; give me back my mask.
Welcome to my life, my illusion, my Hell . . .

If this was a perfect world,
Would you ever cry for me?
Could we finally return,
To the way things used to be?

Am I only half without you?
When you're gone, will part of me die?
But it's over already; broken and dead.
Your figure disappears; I hide in the shadows
And cry . . .

Our perfect world shattered like glass.
I'm dying with you, against you, without you.
Too weak to mend the pieces of this,
And yet I'm still beside you.

Can I face this world?
When I cannot even face myself?
Innocence corrupted; give me back my mask.
Welcome to my life, my illusion, my Hell . . .

I'll never smile again, forever.
I see you dying now; your face turning white.
I stand above you screaming for hours,
You've ruined my life tonight.

Our perfect world shattered like glass.
I'm dying with you, against you, without you.
Too weak to recover the pieces of this,
And yet I'm still beside you.

Can I face this world?
When I cannot even face myself?
Innocence corrupted; give me my mask.
Welcome to my life, my illusion, my Hell . . .

Our perfect world shattered like glass.
I'm dying with you, against you, without you.
Too weak to recover the pieces of this,
And yet I'm still beside you.

Can I face this world?
When I cannot even face myself?
Innocence corrupted; give me back my mask.
Welcome to my life, my illusion, my Hell . . .

(Is it madness of reality; distorted illusions?
From the remains of the haven we've foreseen,
Our perfect world lies shattered; broken shards slice my flesh;
Penetrate my sin-soaked heart; warmth to coldness, passion to rage . . .)

(And if I were to die tomorrow,
Will you remember the way I used to be?)