You knew better than to pay mind to what people and the devil say.
My life's a cup of sugar I borrowed before time began and forgot to return.
I was dead then alive, She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine; You can pour us out, we won't mind, As scratch around the mouth of the glass, My life is no longer mine.
You strike the match... why not be utterly changed to fire? To sacrifice the shadow and the mist of a brief life you never much liked?
Given my tendency to err so on the sentimental side, I'll spare you my goodbyes: The truth belongs to God, The mistakes were mine.
The harder the rain, the lower the flowers in the garden bend: I'd rather never talk again Than to continue to pretend that this never ends.
The invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist: Before my doubting eyes, The infinite appears this time, The unquestionable is questioned But makes no reply!
There, strapped like a watch on my wrist That's finished with gold but can't tell time, Was all of what little pleasure exists Seductively sold and uselessly mine.
The Angel of Death came to David's room, He said, Friend, it's time to go.
But good Angel, don't I get a warning sign Before it's my time to go?
But I slew Goliath with the sling and stone, It's not my time to go.
I'm not the boy that I once was, but I'm not the man I'll be.
Her soul in the balance, my heart in her hands I made her a widow, she made me a man.
...as I go showing off again Self-impressed by how well I can put myself down! And there I go again To the next further removed level Of that same exact feigned humility!
In darkness a light shines on you and on me.