any mumsnetters in Macclesfield? he's probably
somewhere near you
Stranger, when you see me
Looking at you, through you
When you see me smile, and smile, and laugh
And laugh again, you know
don't you, you know
There is something wrong
The hairs on your neck are telling you
There is something wrong
I can hear your thoughts
I know you can hear mine
So there is no need for me to explain
that I can hear your thoughts.
I can see you knowing
that there is something wrong.
The doctors will all tell you
There is something wrong.
I swallowed what they gave me
My pills were my profession.
I worked, loved, lived, wept
Wrapped in a veil. I slept
All night, two nights, two days
Woke all night, twitched;
saw grey, saw red. I wanted to wake.
I wanted to sleep and wake.
My thoughts are running ahead of me.
The dawn is beautiful. My dreams are calm.
The doctors will all tell you
There is something wrong.
The dawn may be too lovely to survive.
1.12.2006