| My old friend, these poems that you preach |
| They’re being wasted as you speak |
| Remind me once more how they came to be your calling |
| Do you even know you’re falling? |
| You know that for you I’d give an arm |
| I’m one of few that never meant you harm |
| And I heed you like I heed fire and thunder |
| But from time to time I wander |
| And lately I did wonder |
| If you did it all to make you feel desired |
| Did it all to make you feel admired |
| For love to replace your shame |
| That’s quite the group that you have gathered now |
| Most of them, they just want you somehow |
| They would pay any price to kiss your skin |
| Don’t tell me that is loving |
| You know that don’t mean nothing |
| You know |
| You must know |
| And yet you give it all to make you feel desired |
| Give it all to make you feel admired |
| For love to replace your shame |
| You give it all to make you feel desired |
| Give it all to make you feel admired |
| For love to replace your shame |
| For love to replace your shame |
| For us to praise your name |
| Now my friend I won’t forget |
| The darkness blinding me before we met |
| It’s all I need to remember you |
| As the light you were |
| Even though for sure |
| You won’t remember me |
| No, you won’t remember me |
| I’m afraid that no amount of fame |
| Will ever wash away the shame |
| Of knowing not how to love your only friend |
| Who will love you till the end |