Julia:

As I slowly look into the past,
I see you standing there,
Why did you look at me so?
What have I done to you?
All I ever did was love you,
You had to look at me so coldly,
Then what for?
He told you too right.
Well,
As my hands are soaked with blood each day,
I see you standing there,
Again and again,
Over and over,
It’s never ending.
Its torture,
Just like the torture he put us through.
Why must the past come back to haunt us?
He’s a ghost that won’t go away,
I can only dwell in the past without you,
I must destroy the ghost that made us this way.
The only way to find him,
Is to find you,
Julia.