At the doorstep
It hung vertical
No-one noticed
Cold like icicles
Then a tall man cut down the string and set it free
He cut another down
And set it free
He cut another down
He cut so hard he screamed
In the closet
Picking clothes for me
Nothing pink though
It won’t fit the theme
Then a pale men looked sad and had
Then close my eyes
He cut another down
And it was me
He cut another down
He cut another down
He cut another down
And it was me
He cut another down
He cut another down
Hunger it beats you to the line
His teeth are chattering
That little beat skips out of time
So simple and cold
He cut another down
And it was me
He cut another down
He cut another down
He cut another down
And it was me
He cut another down
He cut another down
He cut another down
And it was me
He cut another down
He cut another down