Losing me, that's what you're going to do,
When I'm done,
Turmoil will ensue,
With much regret, I shall be gone,
The egret of much regret, will cruise into the setting sun,
Falling sunset, drowning in the horizon,
As we fail,
Will you appreciate, evaluate what you have lost,
Maybe what I have won,
The sun, will she ever rise again?