The past stings and holds like a thorny bur
Things that were clear before now begin to blur
I can recall what I can and ramble on about it but
What do I care, anyway?
Let the rain rap the window and the door
Don't bother- leave the refuse on the floor
Let the mouse scurry past
What do I care, anyway?
Let the stone fall off the ledge
Lose balance on the knife's edge
Leave the blood stain on the sheets
What do I care, anyway?