What comes around could be avoided.
Could you hurt me, yes you could
though would you hurt me, no
but what if hurt it came about
and you weren't there to know
What if it struck and cut me down
or slowly crept upon
me like a fog, a rolling mist
with you unseen and gone
where would I turn that pain to bare
with no one to placate
around in circles once again
myself alone to hate.