As much as I do falter
This hands of mine wouldn't pull you
Let not such a strand of hair
Hit the rock bottom of such pit.
Thou shall be unharmed
By this wrenched heart of mine
Woe is me, of lone distraught mind
Thy soul would not be tainted by lies.
A fool like me is already deceived
Throughout life
I see hideous sights
Much to be frowned upon
I chose not to, best believe me.
Though I cannot control time
I wish to rotate it counterclockwise.
If the future is dim
I will spare a light.
I'm much more obligated to you
Whilst you might not
Best believe, I'm no sham.