Do you sleep well, dear?
Does your demons leaving you to be?
Can you look at yourself in the mirror?
Do you ever think of what you did?
Does it even bother you?
Do you know what kind of men are you?
Does your lies merge with the reality you hold so strongly?

That reality you hang to so dearly, your so called life.
Do you still look over your shoulder once in a while?
Is what you did hunt you?
Do you sleep well? What are you dreaming of at night,
Do you dream abut your enchanted dance with the devil?
Do you laugh together? Does is grasp hurt?
Is your soul hurt as much as mine?
Are all the words you've said to me interment in your dirty
soul?
Do you think of my pain, do you think of the life that are
grown inside of me?
Do you sleep well?