We all have our troubles
Upon our graves we'll be lonely,
We'll have sad days before we
Go away, go away, go away.
So we'll keep on going, keep on going,
Till it's a furthermore lane of hate and trouble.
I met you at school, a true love to be,
You knew I was supposed to love you from the start.
But it was a path of worries, a path of accepting,
And we never made it, as we always fought,
And now we won't ever make it.
I need to tell you something,
But you're going to be mad.
I love you, I do,
Even though you're not mine.
I'll go over mountains,
Rivers, too, just to see you one last time.
Kurt, please accept this offer from me,
It'll be okay if you don't.
I want to talk, oh yes I do.
But I know you hate me and I don't hate you,
It's a path of weirdness, let's say that.
Just leave us be, you say.
Give it one more chance, I plead,
But no, I can't, no I can't, it's a path of sorrow, true.
Oh, thy may hate me, I know that.
Just give me
One more chance.