i write, i sing, it’s not entertainment
a little of you, a little of me, a little of what remains
it’s mercy, it’s judgement, it’s my self-arraignment
a little obscene, too little to see, and it pains
me to be here at all
i live, i speak, it’s not entertainment
a little to her, a little to him, a little to everyone
i am this, i live this, it’s higher attainment
i needn’t to fear, i need to be clear, it is done
this is my goodbye
i hurt, i hurt you, it’s not entertainment
a little for this, a little for that, a little for what i can
a party, a witness, a breach of containment
it’s what’ll remain of this little stain of human
i breed, i kill, with great sense of portent
a little by give, a little by take, a little by auld lang syne
it’s all of, it’s full of, no more solemn torment
it’s all i can do, it’s all up to you, to make it be yours not mine
this is why i try
this is my goodbye