The List

My list used to be Cut and dry Whose on the left Whose on the right Straight down the middle I draw my line Should I keep the mark thick Or make it fine? My list used to be really long Names of those who sung my song But now it seems its down to a few The others were cut Even if they knew What was so bad What was so wrong That they left me alone When the nights were long. If they call now Will I speak? I think NOT For they are weak! The few I still hear The few I still think Might be O.K. Might be on the brink I'll have to make a new list To pin up. Do I cross you off now Or keep your name on my cup? Do you even care If you stay or go If you get erased Or watch the whole show? I'm very sad Because of a few of you I Loved a lot, so it makes me cry To see you go To see you disappear. It's better this way Because you had fear! And I made a promise To myself a long time ago That my Army be made To trudge in the snow And not just sit on the beach all day Sunning themselves The easy way.