I am waiting for a day when the pain will leave me
Just up and leave me
Sick of being shitty
My inner voice is pretty rough
Shadowed mornings full of doubt
Wondering how I'll clamor out
From underneath this blanket
This blanket made of lead
When we met I was fourteen
He was five years older
He was graduating
He was meaner than he seemed
He was so mean
Had a few friends when we met
By the time he left I had none
But that was six years later
So much damage had been done
Now approaching middle age, I feel uneasy
When people say nice things to me
Since those days I've fallen down
Gotten used to kissing ground
And now my blanket's heavy
My blanket made of lead