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.