This Will End
Oh I am not afraid to die;
It's every breath that comes before.
Heartache, I've heard, is part of life,
And I have broken more, and more.
I can hope how this will end;
With every line, a comedy.
That we can learn to love without demand;
With unreserved honesty.
If I am not afraid to die.
You were crouching at my door, and suffering is all there is to gain in life.
Then what is all this waiting for,
'Cause I can see how this will end.
In all its bitter tragedy;
I will give you all I have to spend,
And you'll give nothing back to me.
And I will wait for this to end.
The back and forth, the bantering.
For you have less to comprehend.
The kind of love, for which I speak.