Am I the secret kept in the dark, The black sheep of the family, Is it that we've gone too far, Or is it that you're ashamed of me,
Was it something I did, Or something I said, Because you're treating me, As if my heart is dead,
Do I cut the binding ties, And forget all about you, Or should I just lie down, And let you continue,
The wretched agony is beginning to taste sweet, As my heart gradually slows its beat, And I feel my luscious end arisen, With your bleeding face as my last vision,
