I lay with you, my arms wrapped around you tightly. On this warm night, we only whisper sweet nothings to each other before the sun rises. We know this is wrong for it is our secret, the perfect crime.
I hold a gun in my hand, my finger on the trigger. You only stare at me with blank eyes, knowing the night we had meant nothing at all. It was our secret lie, holding nothing but a tangled web.
"Feelin' you, fall in love. In the secret night, wow be with you~ Because of you, going down. Nothing but a perfect crime."
Love? What is love?
As out lips crash, my body begs for more. "I love you" you whisper. The three words that could be the truth or a lie. Maybe it was the secret lie. The perfect crime was to turn on each other. One knowing that it would be a hell of a show containing one thing...murder for the sick mind~