Blue and black become the norm
And death becomes release
Hope grows wings and flees the scene
And the big man wants his piece.
Scarves and sweaters when it’s too warm
And turtlenecks when it’s not cold
Nurses ask so many things
And you feel oh so very old.
Make-up it can just hide your shame
And clumsy you will perfect
But your heart is bleeding on the floor
And they ain’t seen nothn’ yet.
You can’t control what you believe
And can’t pretend to change your heart
Your mind is fractured every eve
And can’t begin to start.