(almost) Perfect Life

I see and feel Something in you, Somewhat real And somewhat true I always toy with wit and fate, I have no medium, I have no heart To feel a thing. Not love nor hate Nor pity for this world, apart. The spinning wheel Fortunes accrue, Is never real And never true Here I stand at infinity's edge A silent sleepless fall awaits Shall I jump, or make a pledge To find the truth at higher stakes? My life's appeal Took off and flew. Almost real And Almost true I take a breath and close my eyes Before bluntly calling life's bluff. How soon I've come to realize The truth: That Almost isn't enough So bid the state of life farewell. At the edge of darkness, there I fell. My soul to you, I'll never sell. When Almost fades, I'll wait in hell.