WAY OLD

I’m the girl at the funeral

that doesn’t cry

doesn’t cry

 

I’ve never experienced

those tears of joy

tears of joy

 

Pain doesn’t haunt me

It walks beside me

& holds my hand

holds my hand

It holds my hand.

 

I’m not afraid to

look at you

& point out your flaws

point out your flaws

 

You see I have no sympathy

Chalk full of integrity

that’s right

that’s right

that’s right

I’m guilty