Forgive me mi'lady, Forgive me mi'lord,
For when time is upon myself, I am out of the door.
I am out in my life, so bitter, so sweet.
I am out in my life, that sweet sweet nymphorite.
Forgive me mi'lady, Forgive me mi'lord,
For in the end, I don't follow,
Your faith, anymore.
(Shall I place this, shall I not, just remember that...)
I am still walking, on the mildew,
The sun is still shining, ever so bright.
The shadows behind me, still lingering within,
The sunlight blinding, leading me away.
Forgive me mi'lady, Forgive me mi'lord,
For when the end has come, I am myself, no more.
(I think since I have placed this, maybe I should do more..)
Oh my dear lady, forgive me of that night.
Oh my dear lord, forgive me of the boden.
Oh that merry couple, so swallowed in pride,
If only you can know what has been coming within.
(Oh , what am I saying, shall I go on?...)
A pain is tearing me apart, Forgive me for that truth,
A pain is wreaking me within, Forgive me for that bless.
A pain is orturing myself from my heart, For,
If a life is lived, And a soul has died,
Where will we go?
(Might as well continue, shall I go on?...)
Seems as if the Ritcher is poorer,
As if the poorer is rich, For some know where the true meaning lies, not from insulting others on their whim.
Forgive me mi'lord,
Forgive me mi'lady,
For in the end, I am tired within.

Hrm, well, he's got talent. Let's refrain from cursing though.

as you wish...