You were a tall brunette, a suffragette in lunettes, with big brown eyes I couldn't forget. Between the shadows of a full moon like a dove you smiled softly as we fell in love. Maybe things couldn't be maybe I just wouldn't see the rotten core of your esprit. Though you deny what you became, the bullet holes in the wall don't say the same, 'cause of you I had to hide in shame. It's time you look into the mirror, as ultimatum draws nearer. Times will change, so will you your lies are easy to see through, life may be harder than it seems, it's time you pull out of your dreams.