Curses
Curse the pain that brings me down
Curse the roses if they're around
Curse the women and how they think
Curse the men and how they stink
Curse the Haworth its just not real
Curse the truth and how it makes me feel
Curse the music, the way its gone
Curse the places, they're just not fun
Curse the image, how only I know
Curse the thoughts, from which I grow
Curse the past, Its memory and pain
Curse the future or whatever remains
Curse the fear, Curse the pain
Curse these words again and again
Curse the ears curse the eyes
Curse the senses, hear me cry
Curse the smiles, curse the laughter
Curse me now and forever after