Why does each day begin and end like this?
I am at war within my own cramped head.
Why am I not allowed to fade away,
When either way I wish that I was dead?
My mournful songs do seem to please your ears,
But pity seeps into the hearts of all
Who have known me through all the endless years
And know of my redemption and my fall.
I've fallen many times but still outlast,
And each rebirth is torture to my mind.
Each life is merely echoing my past,
Reminding me of all that once was mine.
So I raise my glass for all to see
This bitter cup of immortality.