Tired yes, of the struggle
I've been struck and roughed,
I've naught left to fight for
I've naught left to live for.
But if you're meant to be the one
I'll fight? No
For tiredness has succumbed me,
Pain has befallen me.

Is this worth the pain?
The sadness and weariness?
I say neither yay nor nay
No, I'll save that answer,
Yes, for when it matters, truly matters.
No more I beg of thee,
My wounds are open, they're oozing
I'm wailing.

Oh, behold! And there she goes
A light on her eyes, shimmering
Of joy and gladness? Yes, perhaps
Such gladness I'll find not
Nor today nor tomorrow, no, not me
It is beyond my reach, not for her
No, she's the past, a cloudy past
Cloudy yet vivid and forgetful past.

Such love I've not felt since...
Yes, since my mum's,
Never since, never again
Of such fate I'm aware, painfully aware.
I'll be alone from now on, not from spite but choice.
For he who lives alone, is bound to love alone,
And that I now need
For wounded I've been.