Maybe when I’m dead and gone – we can get along
If you could read every word written down in my song
You would have to accept that you will never be right
And thus, forever be wrong…
When will you love me – I wonder still, if you can
Don’t you dare judge me or question my plan
To give myself to god and become more than a man.
If we happen to meet again in the after-life
Would you even care for all the love that I sacrificed?