What is to become of me?
Walking throughout the earth,
I see demons and angels.
At times,
they all seem to be
holding out their hands to me,
grasping for my heart.
At other times, it seems,
no one would have my heart.
The demons that would win me
with their oily smiles
and shining bodies
are now hiding from me.
The angels, with their silvery wings
and warm hands,
seem to turn their faces away.
What have I done?
What is this deed
that has rendered me so undesirable
to the angels of both worlds?
What is to become of me,
walking in this dark world, all alone?
I can't help but feel alone now.
What is to become of me?