worry

what are you afraid of when you look in the dark? i worry that i'm projective of all its worst parts. that i paint myself martyr to sell my good grace then shred it in secret so no one sees a trace but i'm just a troubled artisté! a classic case of pitiful kindness! "oh, forgive them for their smallish crimes" "they're trying!! and wouldn't fail this time..." abuse and thievery of tremendous goodwill and faced with anything, i'd only sit still i stare and see hurt thrown, and while my heart drops i pretend that it's something that couldn't be stopped i'm yellow and i'm blue and im black and im dead the lowly worm that was better off dead that's what i worry.