I loved you, and I killed you.

When dusk fell down, like ashes from the sky.

I buried you there, beneath the river.

In hopes to wash your sins free.

Maybe one day, you'll remember me.

Maybe one day we'll dance, happy and carefree.

I slit your throat with romance, as you fell upon my sword.

Yet your voice is all I hear, your words I still remember.

I hear them in the dark of night and the dawn of morning.

I carve them upon my chest, like a curse upon my heart.

Maybe one day, you'll remember me.

Maybe one day we'll dance, happy and carefree.

Yet still I feel your touch upon my face, as my tears fall down like rain.

You said, "Don't cry for me, it's past my time.", and you closed your eyes and sighed.

Your heart, it trembled beneath my hand, as though giving up the struggle.

Your warmth was fleeing from the oncoming stillness.

And through it all you smiled as if in bliss.

Now you sleep there beneath my river, in hopeful silence.

And still I hope,

Maybe one day, you'll remember me.

Maybe one day we'll dance, happy and carefree.