No more words from erring lips
Speak when spoken to, tongue that slips.
Find fault in me and all I do,
well as do I, my mind's askew.
One step foreward, two steps back,
What sort of good can come of that?
So have your way, and i'll be done
No longer useless words shall run.
And pointless presence I provide,
Removed will be and tossed asside,
That knowlege my buisness is, no more.
Steal the keys and lock the door.
I will reside in some other place,
Ere in that life you find some space,
for I. And then of course I shall return,
So long as this accursed fire burns. |
