If you asked me, I'd tell you
I can't do this again
I can't try after try
With no credit accrued
You keep telling me
All that I need to do
But I can't do it
Not going to go through that
Never again
Every time you ask
It turns askew
I have nothing left
Not going to give you anything
Not my intimacy
Not the mystery
Of a life lived in sorrow
But somehow I keep working
Just to get through
