I once knew a groovy child
And I thought he would save my life
But he stabbed me with words that vilify
Any feeling like a defeat-knife

I once loved a person that could not love
All the things I did to fix it were in vain
So I can only live in a constant pain
In the end life caress us with a heavy cane

Usually, I addressed to people with a polite bow
Until an ugly old man came dragging a plow
He stated: only if you vow you can bow  
I avowed: only a bough should vow

Rejections, I have had too many
But still not enough, I'm only twenty
You can kick me down to the grave
I'm ready to dance with the fray

I know soon I'll go down with my last yawn
I'm not sorry for the things I've done and pound
And no, you won't miss me when I'm gone
And I really feel sorry for the stunned nun  

I want to rest and do nothing
It's the only thing I do quite well
I want to rest and do nothing
It sounds like a farewell