Last Day In Bouville lyrics

I'm just an amateur at heart I'm just a harmless lie, I'm just time you need to kill Have you straightened out your troubles my friend? Have you straightened out your troubles my friend? This illness is not inside me I am the one who is within it The one who's forced to see Dear Achilles, it's time that I let go I've fought twenty eight rounds And I have lost, every one Some of the days You'll miss me honey And when you leave me