The fuckers, they forgot about me completely
Before they could remember me I was gone
Too late to claw my way back it seems
Reeling, utter despair, can’t fix your head when it’s that way
Paying for sins I never, ever asked for
Boring days without a soul to call my own
I really did believe that there was a whole lot more to me
It didn’t even begin to start before it was all over
Sober can’t help, but then either can absolutely pissed to the point of no return
A personality – stellar – atrociously spurned
How on earth will I ever manage to earn it all back again
I sure as hell cannot rely on this pen anymore
Heaney once compared it to a shovel of sorts
Here I am, have a feeling I really ought to burst that fucking bubble
My name spells nothing but trouble
Capital T, please