Skies cloudy and cold
Moon just as old

What I’m doing I cannot control
Why does it feel like I have no soul

It grieves me so
Tremendously annoying me like a fellow foe

Every hour in every day
Every second in every minute it is I who is to pay

Why me I ask
Why am I given this horrifying mask

Merely a good sale I thought
For pleasure and fame it brought

Of course I was wrong to think so
Now I just wish I could have said “No”