Why don't you just go ahead and walk off the cliff?
You know, you have already run out of the only if,
The only reason keeping you alive.
So why don't you give up and not survive? ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!