To Marni.
Not Worried
I’m not worried about your problems
I’ve enough of my own
I’m not worried about your dangers
For you’re too high upon your throne
The fires that have burned your face
Are no longer my concern
I’ve spent too much time on you
Ignoring what I’ve learned
I was nothing but a distraction
Helping you to shed your mortal skin
When I needed help of my own however
You did not know where to begin
So I’m not worried with your struggles
I’ve looked into a mirror of disdain
And come to the conclusion
Your way is one of pain
