Look at you
Lying there in the dust and dirt.
Surrounded by the fragments
Of your broken dreams
Dust being the only thing
Left to you.

I can sit here and watch you
Turn your life to sh*t
But why should I?
What's in it for me?
You constantly vilify yourself
The only thing you know
As your black moods
Engulf you once again.

It gets tiring after awhile
Putting up with you
Always having to be here
To catch you when you fall
And again
And again
Will this ever end?

I know you're hiding in there somewhere
Why are you so damned afraid to come out?

Db 19th-20th May 1997