It Could Have Been Beautiful
Timeless kindness.
Unspoiled resting keeps the demon from the door.
The thief he keeps his head down as he mows the preachers' lawn.
And blow me down!
Knock me down!
Spin me round.
Let me go.
You fucking thing!
You nasty one!
Why?
Why?
Why?
Don't delve too deep into my soul, what's there is no concern of yours.
You bet I'm bitter! Haven't I the right.
After everything!
Everything"¦
It could have been beautiful.
It was.
It's hatred I feel, not sadness any more.
Why? Why? You're asking me why?
Do you really want me to spell it out.
You fucking thing!
You nasty one!
You"¦ sinister one.
You're"¦ you're evil personified.
Yes you are!!!
Yes you are.
Yes you are"¦
It could have been beautiful"¦
"¦it was.