the 'decree' of life, which i cannot breach,
tell me how to keep myself away from your reach.

You cannot save me from my own confessions,
all this sadness is making me Despair's possession

I know eventually I'll mess up and leave
because I'm bound to misery, and sorrow is what I heave

all the things I have learnt, and can't teach,
I'll pass them to you, and believe you'd preach

but don't let my words put you in a trance
don't forget I have a mask, 'cause all they need is just a chance