My name isn’t important
It isn’t going in your books
It isn’t going in your scriptures

My face won’t be remembered
It won’t be in the papers
It won’t be in the pictures

But I know when I’m terrified
In the dead of night
Scared as hell

I will look into your eyes
And I am mesmerized
It suits me well

I have seen a million years
I’ve shed a million tears
All too soon

Time is not a dear old friend
But time knows how to mend
The deepest wound