I can barely bring myself to say that word I hate;
I know about me you will forget.
Even after all these years, I do fret;
But what needs to be done must be — it’s too late,
Even as my eyes fill with tears of regret.
Even if I haven’t even done the deed yet,
Hesitation is probably my best trait —
Still, I know about me you will forget.
Even though it’s for our very needs to be met,
I can't bear to begin the agonising wait;
Even as my eyes fill with tears of regret.
Even when my eyes are dripping wet,
I can barely keep my wand pointing straight,
And I know about me you will forget.
Even as I prepare myself, take a deep breath,
And say that one word, which I hate,
Even as my eyes fill with tears of regret,
I know about me you will forget.