What shall I do with the rest of my life?
What shall I cut with the edge of this knife?
What shall I write in my little love note,
Before I slit her beautiful throat?

What shall I give, to settle my debt?
How shall I live, to help me forget?
How did I ever make it this far?
I really can't say where I'll follow this star.

Am I waiting for you, whoever you are?

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copyright 2001, Linford Detweiler