Dancing With the Devil

Simple treasures could never make me tell my secret
while complicated lies unleash themselves from my heart's grasp
And I too suffer greatly each night in my bed
no lover, no one to put my hands on, to caress...
But will I ever love again

Like silk on a mistress,
smooth till the end, but cursed by all men
My heart shall lead the way into another life
but still my scars follow to ruin my good time
I beg with sweet eyes and kind smiles
only to ask: when may I come out to play

Do not tell me you care
with gestures from a lover's tale
and sweet music in the background
while I am surrounded by romance and charismatic black suits
I will not undulate into the lies behind your silhoettes.