They promise and plead and tell me and beg me and press me and preach me
tell me it will be okay
As though they can't see the marks of pain and dark nights on the soft flesh of my arm
'i'm so proud of you' the counselor told me
his eyes wide and encouraging
'you're doing the right thing'
alone at adverse moments I turn the situation over and over in my mind
how can doing the right thing seem so wrong
No one tells me I am a dirty rotten quitter
No one tells me that only fools drop out of college educations
No one tells me I'm messing up my life
No one tells me about the marks of pain and dark nights
on the soft flesh of my underarm
No one tells me about what comes after the rain.....
They promise and plead and threaten and judge and beg me and lose me and leave me
because it will be okay----