You could barely walk when first we met
And yet here you are - shot down, cut up
A strange and keen interest in valium
and things for your poor, poor, poor Ontarian heart
Look here Ms.
This is your albatross
This is your luck
This is me telling you here that I simply do not give a fuck
You’ve had your chance
Is life so unfair that it would not bring you here?
Oh, shut your mouth - you have enjoyed every spoonful you’ve been fed
And so have I
I cannot lie, and so have I
And now I am possessed by the will to proceed.
And I cannot be callous, how could I be?
Some empathy permeates every part of me
and if that all means nothing may that nothing mean me.
The intangible fact of the knife in your back
Wont plot out a future or a life you want back