Sei Duci Hated Nota Bene

To die One must be alive So where am I? To cry One must feel loss No one to miss, empty tears dry To fly One must have wings If only broken I could tumble and be gone To lie One must smile to the outside While stumbling in darkness, wonder why? To scrape by One has fold up the heart Knowing there is no second start To be the butterfly I must possess wings of beauty Before being crushed by heavy winds To justify One must choose the rope or the knife Before hanging on last goodbyes To note One must hold the pen with ink Leaking words with last of drink