The Rope

Sometimes I feel well
Mostly, more like Hell
Truth is I've got no time
left to cry and dwell
On what that fucking
mirror loves to tell
Time to dig deep
And breathe I say
Instead of weeping
For yet another
hard working day
Where everyone feels
Entitled to hurtful
words to say
Let's just dance
And not waste
Another night away
'Cause life, my friend,
Is like a rope
With a set beginning
A twisted middle
and a frayed end