It's still another day,
I hope to thank;
it's still the sober May;
of grayish blank,
do I deserve to stay;
but never drank,
some gratitude to pray;
just to be frank,
but only to be gay
is what I lack;
'guess never to be brave;
of tracing tracks;
for nothing means today;
no questions asked,
nor shall I forth away;
neither move back;
this gotta end;
I'll never bend,
there's never mend;
I can't pretend;
this gotta end;
I've always lent;
I've asked for hand,
but none has tend;
shall I be mourning late,
or numb it, block;
my tears about to break;
life always mocked,
so better find new mate;
leave life to knock;
another door or gate
to enter and lock;
this gotta end;
I'll never bend;
there's never mend;
I can't pretend;
this gotta end;
I've always lent;
I've asked for hand,
'till death I'm sent.
