This is something very hard.
Something I hold inside.

This is something very pure.
Which makes it hard to hide.

Tell me why they do this?
Why they force us both to lie?

When it's their own fears they've implanted,
Into all of their own minds.

For there are those who do not know me,
And there are those who try.

But for the sake of those below me,
Our love should never die.

Oh then kiss me my sweet angel,
As we are sent to our demise.

For this beautiful lie I hold within me is ready now,
To fly.

And before we go,
I make it so that happiness survive.

Poor foolish souls they did not know,
Our love is our only lie.


(i.r)