(Doane)

I'm not sorry

I'm not angry

I don't hate you

nor am I desperately unhappy


In tiny ways I'm feeling strong

I feel the earth beneath me

even when the universe is all wrong


I won't waste away

feed my sould, I'm hungry

I won't waste away

I'm going to live


I'll be rich

or I'll die poor

if there's a difference

I don't care anymore

Is everyone afraid to laugh

well I can't help myself

In spite of everything I do not have


The weight of all this waiting

the wasted and denied

I picture it quite differently

I'd like to think the dead are dying