Good Riddance

There's not a damn doubt
inside my tired mind
about that mortal chance
of running out of time
The time is for telling,
I spell it with my blood
It's more than a message
of my guilt-ridden love

It is something more
It is a part of me

There's not a damn doubt
in my clouded sight
that I am just your villain,
it is a shrouded plight
The time is unforgiving
and is so short with me
It's more than a confession,
it's trying to break free

MM 1993