It's hard to be positive,
when all I see,
Are clouds and thunder following me,
I see the beauty within the storm,
It does not cure this feeling torn,
I've checked the linings,
Gold and silver,
I've burned these hands,
The ones that killed her,
I will not beg to be forgiven,
Not claim insanity in which I was driven,
I was a fool that loved too much,
That believed in dreams and date and such,
So don't carve my name in marble or stone,
I don't want to be remembered, when I'm gone.