Your head is bowed in sorrow
My blood drips from your eyes
And you wonder what happened
I was here
But now I'm gone
Just a memory
No one's fault but my own
I destroyed what I had created
With no real reason
Except for a sense of failure
My blood river runs quickly out the door
Away from your red eyes
Do not be sad
For I am not
Think of good things
Or nothing at all
But do not cry
That is all I ask
You can never change what is

October 2, 1992