and i am sick, i am sick
i can feel it in my lips
and in my fists, as they unclench
and let the rest fall to the floor
i don't want this anymore
it's a burden and it's heavy
oh, it's heavy and i can't see the sunrise
for the tears so heavy in my eyes

and i am old, i am old
i can feel it as my heart grows cold
and how i'm told, as i go
and leave the rest there on the floor
i can't do this anymore
i can't pretend to hold this mask
oh, this mask, what wondeful disguise
so you can't see the lying in my eyes

and i am through, i am through
i am done fucking with you
you have problems, i do to
but i leave mine on the floor
i won't do you anymore
you're heavy and you're trecherous
oh, trechery, and every lie you wove
and the empty you now hold

where everything that i was once was.
the bees, the dying bees, can you hear them buzz?
and every sound is a faint goodbye
but you don't even have the decency to cry
a good man would cry.