When last I spoke to Carol I said：
'I can't pretend it gets easier.'
She said：
'I've hung on, I have edged around this narrow
ledge since the day I was born in 1975.'
When last I spoke to Carol I said:
'I can't pretend I feel love for you.'
She said:
'I've hammered a smile across this pasty face
of mine since the day I was born in 1975.'
When I said goodbye to Carol
Black earth upon the casket fell
She had faded to
something I always knew
To the rescue
nobody ever comes.