If this is the way it has to be
I can think of no fate worse,
and time can go on without me.

To those who once held me in their company
I’ll take what you left and then immerse,
if this is the way it has to be.

I lay inert by the memory
against life’s flow I am perverse,
and time goes on without me

You think me locked in misery,
but I seek to be near what can’t be reversed
if this is the way it has to be.

There is no end I can foresee.
Through this void I will traverse,
and time goes on without me.

I cannot promise, nor can I guarantee
that I will break away from this curse.
If this is the way it has to be,
then time can go on without me.