I thought I was making a fool of myselfGetting dressed so we could leaveAs soon as you came,But you never did.I thought you forgot about meI really thought you didI guess I was wrong.
Dark beach, brown eyesChampagne and a bottle of wineFresh air, hold my handLet's just lay under starsCan we stay here forever?Where no one everBothers me anymoreBaby, there's nothing betterAnd no one everMade me feel this way.I know I can talk to youYou understand meAnd that's what friends are for.You can talk to me tooI know you need it,That's what matters the most.
I feel them all staring me downWith raging fire in their eyes.I feel uncomfortable as I walkThey are making me freak out.Don't wanna feel this wayI wanna feel myself every day.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.