I lived through life, never spoke a word I become my own enemy with a sword Who am I, Who was me, We’re intertwined. One death to complete, One death to define The years is passing, I do not belong I am in despair of what I long— For love I may have held, For entirety I might have lost. So I carried the flowers, With their thorns, Scattered on the grave Of the old soul I am here, For I chose to efface Tha past of me, The lost I forsake
I, the other
I lived through life, never spoke a word I become my own enemy with a sword Who am I, Who was me, We’re intertwined. One death to complete, One death to define The years is passing, I do not belong I am in despair of what I long— For love I may have held, For entirety I might have lost. So I carried the flowers, With their thorns, Scattered on the grave Of the old soul I am here, For I chose to efface Tha past of me, The lost I forsake