In the cabinet there is a mask,
a mask you wore to our last dance,
and I see it,
and I remember you with an aching heart,
I remember us dancing slowly,
dancing under the stars,
and I hold the mask in my hand,
and there it is,
the memories so sentimental,
that they come flooding so quickly back,
and I remember what you were wearing, a red dress,
and I remember your smell,
and the music that we danced to,
and as I do a tear falls from my eyes,
and I remember you,
I remember the night that you were attacked.
I remember the night that you were stabbed.
Yes, I remember you.
I remember the night,
when you were killed,
in such a violent,
and such a horrific vicious act.
Yes, I remember the night,
when your blood,
it spilled onto the streets,
and I from my mind,
can never get rid of that,
and oh, there are so many tears,
and so many bitter and horrific memories,
but unfortunately,
there is no going back,
there is no going back,
no going back to the time,
the time when you were mine,
and alive in my arms,
smiling at me,
and beguiling me with your charms.
No, there is no going back.
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