Like a fairy with broken wings

just you and I, we fly away;

Crashing, burning, oblivion.

never thought it would end this way.

I stare at you, tears make murky your beautiful eyes.

But never again will we feel the pain, and hear those petty lies.

Death is a familiar face.

We were the next to cry.

But never fear, our love we did taste,

the minuet before we died.