And who will hold my value now,
Since I threw it all away in one day,
Sometime ago all to prop up my ego?
And who will tell me of my worth,
~ Intrinsic in my self from my birth ~
With every ill breath that I take at will?
And who will gain my happiness,
Above, beyond my own foolishness,
Since being careless I threw her away?
Today, Lady Fortune seems fickle;
Oh! ho! but for three bits and a nickel
One can buy up the shy harlot of fantasy!
Who was I, before I became what I am?
Who was I, before I made my descent?
Who was I, before I traded out my self?
Who was I . . . ?