It’s empathy from friends but it’s pity from the others Who accidentally spit on you whilst you’re in the gutter A chance to make amends? Or polite exchanges? Maybe sometimes call them friends When really they’re just well meaning strangers Oh, I cauterized Silly dreams that hurt my mind Metamorphosize In reverse Find myself a canvas swathe To revert Those I’d want to see Too far to spit on me There a those who where my friends I may never see again