Somehow, I'Ve Never Really Been Mad At A Woman

I want to find God and meaning On my own terms of arrogance and confusion, For my love and devotion To be precisely my own idea. I want to enthusiastically Run through the rain of this existence, To embrace my suffering with a smile To laugh in glee at all the darkness Enveloping me. Loneliness has been my companion Down the pathways of this Expedition of despair, But she is a fine lady Who never disappoints. I no longer make use Of any pretext of civility When it comes to dealing with myself Or gazing into a mirror, It is straight-up self-loathing Without a chaser. I don't know if there is destiny Or deity-guided fate, But whatever must be will be Until I find my way to a silent grave. When she told me she was leaving, I told her everything was happiness between us, What else could I possibly say?