There's a weird thing chasing me
It scorns and taunts me
With a dried out, high pitched voice
A voice of ice
And this is something I don't like
This is something I can't fight
There is something
It's not far
It lurks behind me
No one no one's here to rescue me
This is something I don't like
This is something I can't fight
Because my wild luck dropped me
In the easiest way
It just turned sour
And never came back
There is something and I know
It will caress me
There will be a kiss so cold
A warm surprise
Moreover it is not a thing unknown
It was here before
It has come again
It has dried up my secret source
And what once was mine has deserted me
My wild luck dropped me in the easiest way
It just turned sour
And never came back
It is sneaking up on me with scorn
It's a menace but she's beautiful
I submerge into a pool of joy
And I love to meet my own defeat
