On the other side of you is me.
Then on my left and on your right is her.
Tight with strings that pull us closer,
If you touch her, I die.
If I touch her, you die.
Unable to admit ourselves,
situation makes us lie.
Telling everyone: 'I am fine.'
only to keep my friends with me.
So I am just smiling...
and drinking poisoned wine.
It contains sadness,
jealousy, rage...Oh! And disadvantage!
The biggest madness,
trapped in our cage.
Sometimes I dream I hold the knife...
not sharp enough to cut those strings.
Metal strings always stay.
But it is sharp enough for something else.
I am losing my mind.
Have no other plans in a row.
One of us is good to go.
Love is a special game for two,
my desicion was made.
Someone always lose.
I close my eyes and stab in a flesh.