Could I live for the rest of my life
With a person who’s making me cry?
Cry and cry every day, every night
Pity, sorrow as time’s going by.
I am trapped with the lover to whom
I’m the mother who’s licking his wounds
Lick and cure every day, every night
I’m in shit over him, does he mind?
No he doesn’t, he pities himself
He is lucky – there’s always some help
From his friends, from his lovers so on
Caught in weakness of his – everyone.
Get away from him, all get away
He just likes it – there’s no one to blame
He won’t change – it is hopeless to ask
I’m retiring or I will not last.
11.01.05
In anger. Post court case
© Copyright: Татьяна Рид, 2005
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