Believe or not the glowing few brief of my life; they’re all just fake
As false as my contempt when I disgrace you winning streak,
So pale, just some bizarre strings that sometimes I use
To hang myself above the others’ lifeless muse.
I’m tired as an old man. All this living grows me weak.
And so the rest of me will know no fall, will touch no peak.
Just clattering in silence my bones from place to place.
In searching for my latest, most pathetic leap of grace.
I thought I can extend my life, extend these mortal days
So I can be a pawn of your renewed dark plays.
And make me slave of feelings, that in honesty,
I must admit they weren’t meant for me.
Then shake no more. No longer strive in fear.
Cause being made from truth, I hold you dear.
But knowing me, all can agree I don’t deserve a lot.
And in this luxury, I don’t deserve who trusts me not.
