Turn it off.
I don’t need this radio on.
I don’t need reminding anymore.

It makes me sick
in stomach and in my mind
because I will not cope,
like I don’t with all these things around me.

If I could change,
just one thing around me is troubling me
I would change the way people think.
Some part of me
will eventually learn to accept
but until then I will pretend that nothing can touch me.

Its too late,
though I do see things clearly,
Its too late.
Though I do hope for a change.

To be in control.
I wish I could come and play god.
All the things I would do
and all the amendments I would make.
Will be OK?
I don’t want a war at my feet.
Don’t be nonchalant,
its getting us nowhere
except into more and more strife.

Its too late,
though I do see things clearly,
Its too late.
Though I do hope for a change.