Why, I Ask Myself

Why, I Ask Myself

I feel like nothing but a great husk of misery,

Even though I should feel joy,

You are cheerful to be where you are now,

Though I have been left behind;

And left with tears running down my face,

With streams of blood running from open wounds,

Oh the joy, so wunderbar,

You have left me open like a cut.

I should be happy for you,

But I ask myself why I’m not,

I look upon you as der schwein and der hund

Because you have left me kaput;

Why, I ask myself, do I feel so guilty,

The pain is my pleasure when I’m not yours,

And yet I feel like a disgrace,

I still consider you mein meister.

Maybe one day you’ll change your mind,

Allow me to be yours and we can be together,

But you were taken away from me;

It will take time for the wounds to heal.

Why, I ask myself, do I care so much,

Eight weeks is not enough to feel such love,

And yet I do, my will to be with you is stronger than my will to live;

But what is living if I don’t have you by my side.