My right-hand leg is broken
The left one is asleep
So though you have awoken
Don't look at me and weep

I can't really understand you
There's nothing for you here
You must be one of those few
incapable of fear

The cliff is pretty slippery
I don't think you can return
So 'fore you see a victory
Tell me: am I worn?

I'm sorry for disclosing
Just who I really am
I guess it seems insulting
to please forget that man

But once the fire burns hot
Won't it burn you again?
I can tell it turns what
what's left here into them

And thrice I waved in sorrow
Supposed you would change company
I'll be surprised tomorrow
to see that you're around for me