I look at myself and wonder why, 

It has to be such a lonely road to die,

Lonelier still to a life that’s true,

Knowing what I know without you,

Wishing for something just beyond,

Hoping that it hasn’t already gone.

I can feel what I must do,

And it might not be nothing new,

Makes grumpy stew

But I keep walking it without you,

Staring unblinking into the darkness.