I think I heard you say
That I'd be better off
If I cheered up
And then you turned away
And I knew that you were lying
Through your teeth

I have to say
That although my friends
Can lift my spirits
The only way
To create beauty
Is to suffer

I need to do my bit
And suffer like
You don't know how
I'd better plunge myself
Right back down
Into the ground
And write a little
Who can live
When there's work to be done?

As soon as I can work no more
I'll come out and I'll live a little longer
If need be.