Mother, I'm sorry
for forgetting today,
taste of the end
And father, I'm sorry for
stealing all of your childhood

The archer and the arrow are
aiming for our hearts
But don't worry, my love
your betrayal is
natural as my distrust

I will laugh
when they burn my body
I will dance
I will dance

when I'm gone
oh, oh, oh, oh

you can't wear your name forever
and either wears away on a storm
but you forgetting my love
how beautiful it can be to be, to be forgotten?

The archer and the arrow are
aiming for our hearts
To make space for the passing faces
of the undone and unloved

I will laugh
when they read my poem
I may not be good with words
but I know what I saw

when I was gone
oh, oh, oh, oh