without a real ending
How can I win
when I cannot stand
how can I rise
with such a weight on my back?
What irony
all my traveling
all my running away
has brought me here
face to face
with what drove me away
Sickness bubbles up in me
when I consider what I've lost
and the sad exchange
of what I've gained
If what I hear is music
then it is a dirge
if what I feel is pain
then it remains like a stain
Lost -- that is my word for this
lost like I've never been found
"I can't even count the cost
of what I've lost,"
said the sad, sad man
There is a calmness
to this death
this is a special way to go
there is no fighting
no wide eyes
no questions, very little pain
It's like a song
without a real ending
it just fades out
it just pans out
like the end of a movie
Like watching that sad, sad man
walk away, turn a corner
and you're all alone
like losing a love
you never had.
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