Jacques.

On the first page of our story the future seemed so bright. Then this thing turned out so evil... I don't know why i'm still surprised. Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take that to new extremes. But you'll always be my hero, even though you've lost your mind.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn. Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry. Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie.

Now there's gravel in our voices, glasses shattered from the fight. In this tug of war you always win even when i'm right. Cause you feed me fables from your head with violent words and empty threats. And it's sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied.

So maybe i'm a masochist.
I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave.
Til the walls are going up...
In smoke with all our memories.

til the end.