By the grate Mitsu-Souma
A cold night in the hospital bed
The room kept spinning round my head
The doctor walked in, he seemed like a bad dream
One eye of blood red, the other deep green.
He said 'You aren't sick, my dear, merely my test.
You're here to finish life's greatest quest"
I was confused by his evil smile
I felt like my mind was being beguiled.
'How do I finish this quest? Am I going to die?'
'Why, isn't that how it ends? I wouldn't lie.'
He prepared the syringe from afar
'I'll put it in my best jar.
Surgery is my special art'
'What do you want from me?' I asked and he replied, 'Your heart.'
He plunged the syringe into my arm.
It seemed to me he meant no harm.
His smile was like morphine, he had my trust.
The room went dark as the scalpel began to thrust.
My life was over, my heart was his,
and he didn't even take my first kiss.
A cold night in the hospital bed
The room kept spinning round my head
The doctor walked in, he seemed like a bad dream
One eye of blood red, the other deep green.
He said 'You aren't sick, my dear, merely my test.
You're here to finish life's greatest quest"
I was confused by his evil smile
I felt like my mind was being beguiled.
'How do I finish this quest? Am I going to die?'
'Why, isn't that how it ends? I wouldn't lie.'
He prepared the syringe from afar
'I'll put it in my best jar.
Surgery is my special art'
'What do you want from me?' I asked and he replied, 'Your heart.'
He plunged the syringe into my arm.
It seemed to me he meant no harm.
His smile was like morphine, he had my trust.
The room went dark as the scalpel began to thrust.
My life was over, my heart was his,
and he didn't even take my first kiss.
