Awful

It was many and many a year ago I was been taught to truly love And it was near To my only fear To love, but not to love sincere As a crow dressed up as a dove And me, oh me, my idiot! My foolish heart hath turned corrupt And true heartbeats Could not defeat Whatever my heart would covete Whatever I wanted, bled out from a cut And when my heart denied the truth I would search in my wasted youth For gold and money Would choke me slowly For my worst fear was to be lonely That's the one and only truth And, oh, the fervid child in me Was not a prisoner, yet not free And still for you (Though not all true) Was the Heaven painted blue I'll cry for you, if you'll die for me... Oh, children, the bells are calling on me Let me enjoy my last night, free And with such joy The cancered boy Is playing with his favorite-toy How awful can't life be?