• Who are you? Who am I?
    Who is that child standing by?
    May I ask you for your name?
    By your look we are the same.

    Are you perhaps another friend?
    Perhaps one with a heart to lend?
    I hope you are, because then you
    Are not me, but someone new

    You still are warm, you are alive.
    Me? I’m dead, with no heart to drive
    I’m a heartless child and eyes so cold
    I’m sorry but my heart was sold

    I bet you can’t guess where it is now,
    Bet you will be wrong in guess, I vow
    Because it is a place you will never see
    A place that you’d never guess it would be

    Somewhere it will be safe and crushed,
    Mutilated, dead, its scream hushed
    If it had a voice it would probably scream
    Though no one would hear it through the scheme

    And yet it would also laugh and laugh
    Even though it is most certainly not on my behalf
    It would smile through the tears of pain
    Tied up and wrapped many icy chains

    My friend who is not me, yet is me,
    Please hold on to this precious key.
    It may not be much, but that is all I can give
    Perhaps you might be able to find a way to forgive

    This sorry fool, a lover and crier to the end
    This heartless child has reached the final bend
    Good bye my friends, hope you will be well,
    Now I’ll be on my way down the road to hell…