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.