Most of my days, I deceived you, grasping that I'm not that impression that you always desired.
Most of my days, I fought with real life, I hid from the sun, I bypassed the mirrors like a shadowless vampire.
You were the center of my life; you moved to the other side knowing that im your fellow.
Emily, I'm not that giant that raised you high, but, those fools who set the boundaries of humanity, pushed me to be that fake aristocrat.
I will nap beside your open grave, naked, without my sham beliefs.
Emily, for the first time, we will meet for real.
Am I your lover know?