In the end, I am 

I loved three women,

And then one more.

And lost all thee.

 

And before you all arrived,

I was lonely as hell.

And now you’ve all gone,

The songs I kinda sing this

Inside myself

Are songs I sing – really! –

To myself.

 

And although I appear

A failure to most,

I continue to march –

With recommendable coast –

To places of love future

And a life

With the best

Which anyone might,

Could, should

And would.

 

And so would you ever want

To just hold my hand?

And dance alongside

A man who inside is

As grand as can be?

As grand as can be –

Even when on the hard out

Damn foolish,

Damn stupid,

Damn ugly;

Clearly ugly as sin?

 

For it would so pleasure me

And happy me

And joy,

Yer know?

To be a cool woman’s

Beloved and gentle plaything –

The mischievous of day;

The hugging of embrace;

The weird of close cheek;

The race to a glorious,

You gorgeous,

Unknown night.

 

And thus lonely I am,

And lonely I’ll be

For this is the destiny

You’ve prepared for my soul.

 

And the heart of all my thoughts

Is now only you,

Until exactly to my face you say

The wicked and foolish

I just gotta be.

Until exactly to my face you say:

“Fuck off!”

 

 

And in the end, I am.

And in the end, I am.

And in the end, I am.

And in the end, I am.

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