What a difference a day makes,
World on my shoulders through the night
I know to turn a cheek, I know what it takes
A walk with the kids and a daft poem 'bout shite.
I can't change the way that I am
I won't try to alter another
Priorities changed whilst pushing the pram
It's not worth the fuss, not worth the bother.
So it's back to talking about bodily functions
With an eye cast over my shoulder
Benefit of doubt, maybe a compunction
Locked in my mind's cabinet marked 'shame' on the folder.
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