Oh my broken battered body, 噢，我的破受虐的身体，

In the days when I was younger, 在未来的日子，当我年轻的时候，

Used to fix itself quick sharp 用来固定自己急促的

After every slip and stumble. 每单和绊倒后。

But these days I'm collecting scars that don't seem to fade, 但这些天，我收集的伤疤似乎不褪色，

Cuts and bruises that won't go away. 割伤和瘀伤，将不会消失。

   

And I used to think that I 我曾经以为，我

Would never live past twenty five, 绝不会住过去25 ，

And when you think like that, each day 当你这样想，每一天

Is a gift if you survive. 是礼物，如果你能活着。

But I've survived too long for my side of the deal, 但我又活了太久我这边的交易，

And as I reach that shore I'm not sure how to feel. 当我到达彼岸我不知道如何去感受。

   

I keep losing days 我一直在失去天

That used to take a lifetime 过去需要一辈子

In the blinking of an eye. 在眼睛的闪烁。

And all these small ideas 而所有这些小创意

Are suddenly commitments, 突然的承诺，

As greatness slips on by. 正如伟大被滑倒。

   

I remember well the day that I got my first tattoo: 我记得很清楚，我得到了我的第一个纹身的日子：

I was so scared before and after I was so proud when it was new. 我很害怕之前和之后我是如此骄傲，当它是新的。

But these days I've gone and got me many more, 但这些天，我走了，让我等等，

And sometimes I get more when I get bored. 有时我得到更多，当我感到厌倦。

One for every year I've lost 其中，每年我已经失去了