I do not feel like sleeping tonight, a glass of port, the empty bed,
And how much I wish I were not here.
At times it seems to me, it's all in vain,
And I am sorry I ventured all this.
And how much I wish I were not here.
But if I were not here, everything would be just as it is.
The reason is me myself,
And if I were more sound in mind, I would be on my way,
But it's all the same to me whether I'm here or I am there.
It's probably too late to go to bed. It looks like it will be dawn soon.
Close your door behind me and turn off the light.
