Dirge

Dirge - Bob Dylan

I hate myself for loving you

And the weakness that it showed

You were just a painted face

On a trip down to suicide road

The stage was set

The lights went out all around the old hotel

I hate myself for loving you

And I'm glad the curtain fell

I hate that foolish game we played

And the need that was expressed

And the mercy that you showed to me

Whoever would have guessed

I went out on Lower Broadway

And I felt that place within

That