You were always behind me, I protected you from everything..
Well I guess that's why I am now hurting.

You were behind me, when we walked together..
So that's why I was always the first one to be tired suddenly after.

Behind me was you, behind you were memories...

Memories that were supposed to be written in books and novels but quickly became artifacts, that are pieces of our tragedies..

Behind me, was you...
The Everything I knew..
The Angel I loved..

Behind those things was US...
Pieces that went to rust..
Our Love, that became to me,
A Painfull Lust.