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I have crossed my Rubicon
The windowsill they call it
How simple it actually is
Though my legs tremble with fear

I think it's done
I can't change it now
No more laughing, weekend dancing

Like a doll made of many rags
I'm falling head down freely
completely out of control

I wanted to die with more dignity
I was supposed to be upright
And here the fate at the end of the path
At such a moment is unfaithful

and it's swirled me around
I'm about to die a quick death
and I can change nothing
I still have some time left
I have a few apologies in my head
That I wasn't perfect
That I didn't give people flowers

I've got one fear inside me, that's terrible
What my family will say
That I did it myself so casually
I fell out of a window due to suffering

But I think those close to me
They'll buy an indulgence at the vestry
The priest will calm their neurosis
So that all is quiet in the village

There will be some moans and weeping
Stories that I was perfect
And that there was a witness
That I fell out by accident

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