We're the new face of failure.Our love is like the moon,For when something better and brighter shows up,We always fall.Our envious love cannot shine brighter than the glorious sun.Sinful wishes upon the night make us wish for another life.I wish I would've never met you,And I could've been a part of the day.All the stars in our love cannot match others, as they are far more true and bright.
Life is like a cage,and everything you love is holding the key.When you trap yourself inside,What will help you out?You are what you love,Not who loves you.The people who want you out,Aren't the people holding the key.
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.