The choice was made.
Your pain to still,
Your soul to fade,
Our love to kill.

With a skillful swing of Guillotine
Ignoring what you should have seen
Avoiding what you should have done
You slain your feelings one by one,
And now you're left with none.
The pain is gone.
No chance to cry,
For you and I.

What was the cause, what was the thing,
That made our love your source of sting?
What is this wound that can't be healed?
What is that pain which can't be stilled?
What was this crack that can't be mended?
Your love so strong, why is it ended?