What do you do
When your heart’s cracked in two
And you’ve slipped to the end of your rope?
But with each passing day
The skies are more grey
And you’re slowly giving up hope?
You’re stuck in the dark
With a devilish mark
Helplessly trying to cope.
Your reflection is strange
And slightly deranged
Like a crack in the lens of a scope
Don’t worry my dear,
There’s no cause to fear
In spite of the pain of the trope
We’ll take out your brain
And wash it in rain
With love as the lye in our soap.