the world is a funny place,
and beginnings are
delicate things,
so tell me, miss fortune,
when will it end?
when will it all
come crashing down?
i know you know,
so it's time you knew
how much i
truly don't know
when the years are done
passing...
when finally i can't
see
anymore,
when finally i can't
hear
anymore,
when finally i can't
speak
anymore
(thank god for that!)
and when finally i can't
write
anymore,
who will be left to remember
what was?
after i can't
breathe
anymore,
after i can't
bleed
anymore,
and long after i can't
cry
anymore,
who will be left to say the
final words?
tell me,
who will sing the
finale
for you?
when i die,
nobody will care
and when you live on,
nobody will care
no one will sing
your praises
(amen to that!)
the world is a funny place,
and endings are
stifling things
so tell me, miss fortune,
how does it end?

with a bullet to your lover
and his blood on your hands...
(amen to that!)
the world is a bitch...