all her toil

The purpose is to keep distracting yourself! That's what they made me believe That's what I continue to do It's all a bloody lie! Does no one else see it Why am I asking these questions Why weren't these answers in my books. They will never know and may never want to. It's their idea of a joke isn't it Keep making flesh Keep on with agony. Should you be thin or punctual or cancer stricken How does it matter Keep your advice if you don't have answers for me What was your role To find yourself entertainment? I refuse to take responsibility and I am right I've conformed to a few but I can't be burdened by more. I yearn for my small fingers to be led by a warm hand A hand that can lead me to reason. Oh, do come by quickly I am close to giving up.