I've lost so much, this time I'll win or die, my chest ablaze with fire, I've counted days within your dreams, carrying spring's red desire.
Only my mouth speaks now, my body drunk on winning's wine, I thought all victory and defeat were lies — only you were mine.
You showed pretense, whispered falsehoods, told me to depart; Without me here, in time and timelessness, whose chest would feel your dart?
You laugh to hear this? Laugh then. But don't you dare to weep — Look closely and you'll see it's true: even flowers have thorns that cut deep!
How many clothes do I really wear, how many meals do I need? A person lives but a handful of days — why not stay with me indeed?