Bring me back in shackles,
Hang me long out in the sun,
Exonerate me, forget about me
I recommend measures for ending it.
Lover, she simply slammed the door.
She said, "you're gonna miss me.
"Wait and you'll see," fully, completely
I ponder the endlessness of the stars,
Ignoring said same of my father.
Either it'll move me
Or it'll move right through me;