Why should one br Have so much br While I have none.! br But I was in love br As strong as death br But bit by bit I am losing, br Will my love die? br It is me, green in the eye, br Grievously in the grave br Drinking my own blood br And eating my own flesh. br br I feel lonely br In front of my smiling enemy. br I can't cut jocks and make fun br I can't keep mocking br Suddenly I feel I am in love again br As I have a radical admiration br And an awkward homage with recognition br br I feel now, my love will not die br As it is fed upon me, green in the eye.