Goodnight to the World

I can't say I've felt the pain of men,

but after being where I've been

I don't think I'll be going back again.

I look for someone to hold for tonight,

but my eyes have lost all their flare.

The mountain ears are deaf to my pleas,

so it seems only the mulberry trees

will watch my half-smile freeze.

I've given my soul in forty-plus pieces

but she doesn't seem to even care.

I guess it's the way of friendship,

like wandering on a mobius strip

until someone jumps off the ship.

I say goodnight to the world

and it's like the world is no longer there.