How does it feel? You failed this time
You must be crushed, even if you tried
Everything you learned, all the paths of pain
It must really burn, that it was all in vein
You are so pathetic, little child of dolent
You are now elegiac, horrid inner torment
Do you feel good? You left your loved ones
What were you chasing? Fickle Glory? Now, you face condemnation
Regret, so much regret
Could of stopped her, could of saved him, could have been closer to him
Shame, so much shame
Ensnared in eternal cordolium
For shame, you selfish brat of selfish dreams
Just lie down and drown in your ignominy
If you never followed her, could of saved him, still lived with him
None of this would have happened
