If coupling is what your standard bears, sex is all you’ll see,
If ease becomes your battle cry, small pains you’ll always flee,
And self-fulfilling prophecies, such innocent lies of thee,
The new world’s but a step away, if only you’d look up and see!
Why do you punish yourself when you’re no different than I?
Why do you forsake strong wings when you can easily fly?
How long will you stay your hand, oppressed by the toothless ghost?
How long will you be prisoner to thyself, longing to see the coast?
How long will you refuse to know your strength and feel it is yours?
How long till you smile to me and walk through these open doors?
Being a friend is fraught with hardship, but about this time of pain,
The answer has been in front of you — why will you do this again?
Can you not take charge of yourself and let these specters go?
Must all the world be your stage, from dramatic high to low?
If you say you’re serious in reclaiming your life,
Then please stop acting like you’re Misery’s wife!