Lament.

She's got good reasons to go,
but she wants to stay,
because she knows.
There's nothing more she would want
then to fly away
never to return.

Nobody knows
she's got to go.
And nobody cares
that she's got stay
with you.

She knows your the right so wrong.
But who knows what you have is all a lie.
The sea is waiting for her imperfect soul.
When you will you know
that there too much to linger,
when you in despair.
I've tried singing to you to make you understand.
But you seem to cover your ears every time I say a word.

So tell me, please tell me when
will you poison me enough to let me die.