The years have broken me.

I have broken me, no one else.

You see it’s that time of life

when troubles belong to no one else.

Did someone else screw your life around?

Did they force you to smoke and drink

your body into oblivion?

Did they force you to run out someone’s arms?

Did they leave your children to an insane world?

Did all those old friends of you give you a tank

full of oxygen?  Do they make you suck it in every night?

No one did it, no one to blame for your slow death.

Death comes not dressed in a tuxedo, but a blue mask and dark eyes.