Tuesday, 21 February 2012

All in the Mind

Don't bother to cover your clumsy tracks
because it isn't hard to catch your trail.
I see your sole's print where the pavement cracks
and notice your face turn a ghostly pale.

Please don't bother to show any remorse
cause I've always been a sucker for tears
and any anger would be blown off course
and I would soon forget about rash fears.

Darling, don't bother to try and explain
because your words are wasted in the wind
and the only truth that would then remain
is the fact that you had never sinned.

Don't bother reading into all you find
because half the time it is in your mind.