And now, what will I do
With all this time that'll be my life?
With all those people that don't matter?
Now that you're gone.
All those nights, why, for who?
And this morning always coming back without reason.
This beating heart, for who, for what?
Beating too hard, always way too hard.
And now, what will I do?
I'll laugh so I won't cry anymore.
I'll burn all night long,
And when morning comes, I'll hate you.
And then, one evening, in my mirror
I'll see the very end of the road.
Not a flower, no, and not a cry
When fare thee well comes.
And now, what will I do?
I'll laugh so I won't cry anymore.