Through sadness and pain, I have ventured,
To a place where I, For one have made it,
Wallowing and crying all alone

I made it be, that I alone
Will die alone, not to be mourned
As I near the end, what will become of me?

ill and forgotten, never to be known
To those who are dear, and those who are far
As the clock ticks, I heard a click

Of hope and desire, tempting ever near
Shall I take this plunge? Or discard this charge
And never know, what will be of it?

I take this chance and I hope you know
That it is you, who have gave a chance
As to I, in morbid pain and despair
Have nothing to lose and plenty to gain

From this small little token, given by you
I thank you for your time, and not take a dime
For you are the one, I truly find fine

Coming from this poor soul, who asks only one thing,
For you to accept his thanks and forget me not,
For I shall not forget you so,

Wallowing and crying all alone.