I have to say it’s taken me this long
To song a sing-a-long like this.
And just the thought of the tears
When you’re near to my lonely being,
And I finally buck up the Irish courage inside
To tell you all my feelings,
However they hide,
Has made – all these years – me incapable of truth.
When I met you I loved you for the
Good that you are; for the cruelty
You’d suffered at the hands of your ma.
But the cruelty and pain which has remained all your life
Now touches me so bad
I just cannot contemplate more
suffering with you,
As you eternally and infinitely –
And under the control of dead parent’s
Gaze – do impose upon me, and
Define me, and kill me …
… and stuff that only does away
So when I tell you I’m leaving you,
And that day is now soon,
Please don’t make it so hard
That I would prefer to avoid the
By simply doing away with my
Self and my heart and my soul
And my roll …
… I would prefer in the light
Of simple idea
Not to face that awful reality:
You never were my actuality.