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You grew on me like a tumour |
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And you spread through me like malignant melanoma |
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And now you're in my heart |
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I should've cut you out back at the start |
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Now I'm afraid there's no cure for me |
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No dose of emotional chemotherapy |
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Can halt my pathetic decline |
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I should've had you removed back when you were benign |
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I picked you up like a virus |
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Like meningococcal meningitis |
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Now I can't feel my legs |
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When you're around |
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I can't get out of bed |
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I've left it too late to risk an operation |
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I know there's no hope for a clean amputation |
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The successful removal of you |
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Would probably kill me too |
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You grew on me like carcinoma |
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Crept up on me like untreated glaucoma |
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Now I find it hard to see |
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This untreated dose of you has blinded me |
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I should've consulted my local physician |
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I'm stuck now forever with this tunnel vision |
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My periphery is screwed |
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Wherever I look now, all |
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I see is you |
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When we first met you seemed fickle and shallow |
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But my armour was no match for your poison arrow |
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You are wedged inside my chest |
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If I tried to take you out now |
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I might bleed to death |
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I'm feeling short of breath |
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You grew on me like a tumour |
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And you spread through me like malignant melanoma |
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I guess I never knew |
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How fast a little mole can grow on you |
