| I asked myself was I content
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| With the world that I once cherished?
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| Did it bring me to this darkened place
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| To contemplate my perfect future?
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| I will not stand nor utter words against this tide of hate
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| Losing sight of what and who I was again
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| I’m so sorry if these seething words I say
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| Impress on you
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| That I’ve become the anathema of my soul
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| I can’t say that you’re losing me
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| I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
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| But I know where this is leading me
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| Please
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| No tears
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| No sympathy
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| I can’t say that you’re losing me
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| But I must be that which I am
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| Though I know where this could take me
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| No tears
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| No sympathy
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| Gracefully
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| Respectfully
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| Facing conflict deep inside myself
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| But here confined
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| Losing control of what I could not change
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| Gracefully
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| Respectfully
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| I ask you «Please don’t worry,»
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| Not for me
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| Don’t turn your back
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| Don’t turn away
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| I can’t say that you’re losing me
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| I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
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| But I know where this is leading
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| Please
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| No tears
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| No sympathy
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| I can’t say that you’re losing me
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| But I must be that which I am
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| Though I know where this could take me
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| No tears
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| No sympathy
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| No tears for me, no sympathy
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| No tears for me, no sympathy |