Give it a rest. Please lie down, try to get my say.
I put up with your whims: but until today.
Now I go. Do shut up, it's too late to stew.
Said and done. Well, goodbye and to hell with you!
I am in you like in the war and in the war just like in you.
Drink up my wines, disarm my mines. I've had enough, and this is true.
The fight is done; the love has gone, with dust and ashes left behind.
We are alive. And, maybe, everything's all right
To spite.
Look, pain is pain. Never mind that for joy you long.
Pain is fear. Fear and love never get along.
Now I go. Do shut up, it's too late to stew.
Said and done. Well, goodbye and to hell with you!
I am in you like in the war and in the war just like in you.
Drink up my wines, disarm my mines. I've had enough, and this is true.
The fight is done; the love has gone, with dust and ashes left behind.
We are alive. And, maybe, everything's all right
To spite