Each of me is something
Each of me was great
I don't regret a single one
but now the hour's late
I feel the dark encroaching
then soon will come the light
It's different this time
I just don't think it's right
the first time was just nature
and I was happy to concede
the second time was thrust on me
for my supposed misdeeds
the third one felt like this one
though I wasn't near as sad
the fourth was just a tumble
that one didn't make me mad
Number five just makes me sick
and six was just another three
Seven ended with a bang
and broke the hearts in me
Eight was in the war
I had injuries to mend
Nine another ending
and the beginning to my end
So here stands ten
so much like those that came before
If I had another moment
I could be so much more
I am sad, I am angry, I'm sick
my hearts are torn in four
I won't go quiet
I won't be dignified
I will not be contented
as all of me has died
I'll fight and kick and scream
and put on a brilliant show
because although I have to
I just don't want to go