Tonight i wish to fly,

far away in secret land.

So give me an honest death.

But before I die,

tell me one last lie,

not the one I'm used to,

choke me with new lies,

and then I shall not arise,

I shall not spread more misery,

because there I shall die,

and I'll have my peace,

no more than that!

I'll carry them days,

when you vowed to stay,

when you praised my smile,

When you saw none but I.

I will carry those days,

when you held me down,

when you held my heart,

and I had yours in mine.

Our first night was amorous,

the second was the night,

I had a bitter taste of deceit,

which sowly devoured me.

Now I want your last lie,

Before I die.
© Virginia mule