"My lover knows how to wreck me apart."

He, my whole world, my temple; So, I gave all my love.

Yet I was struck right in the heart by a hand in a glove.

Like a perfect ballerina, around him I spun,

He continued pulling and pushing me as if life were a ballet dance in a play.

How can I erase the damages, the terrors; how can I undo what's been done?

Because, then it would have been enough for me if he had just stayed.

In the dusk, they looked perfect in that park before we depart.

In the dawn, with a flower standing at my door,

Honey, how many ways do you have to break my heart?

After turning my whole world dark, now he's missing me hard.

My lover knows perfectly how to wreck me apart.