This won't hurt, not one bit
Once you've grown used to it
Trust these hands
Skilled like a surgeon
Can remove the black
The stone from your heart
And straighten our your back
I know it well
It's faced me many years
But in love and in tact
I've remained here
And this ages old apathy
You feel towards me
Has waxed and waned
And through pain
You know your need for change
We all need change