Letters, Words and Meanings

It came in an official envelope, a private and personal way.

Some slightly abnormal readings in your mammogram result, so visit us soon some day

Cold, cold feeling, my gut says my time is done,

for I have this awful feeling something wicked this way comes

My significant other says, don't worry you’ll be just fine

Statistically this has to happen all of the time

You’ll be alright babes these things occur every day

But how can he know that, I don’t feel that way.

We talk and they take a biopsy, fear is my companion now

Results available in two weeks, as time just passes so incredibly slow

Don’t worry he said again, you’re bound to be just fine

Statistically it's unlikely, for anything abnormal to happen this time.

But numbers be damned now, I’m living in that five percent tier

My thoughts can’t think straight anymore they just whisper to me of fear 

Finally I’ve got a letter to prove it I’m just a failed chancer

God damn the words and curse the results.

I have fuckin cancer.

I look at my partner and whisper, you said I would be fine

Statistically you said, it couldn’t happen, I’d be fine this time

Why would you say that, why lie to me in that way

Tell me why would you say that, how could you do that to me today

Why, just why me, why night-five percent wrong

I’m in the five percent club where they tell everyone to stay ‘strong’

Lymph node removal, blue dye for a year will stay

My body is trying to kill me in a carcinogenic type of way

Biopsy, surgery, removal, radiotherapy my new lament

The drugs demand full payment from my body must be spent

But soon the surgeon is happy, your initial results are looking clean

I decree from this day forth the C word shall not be spoken, for fear it wrecks the dream

Nothing can stop a feeling my own dark demon in the recesses of my mind

And I can’t but help fear, the bastard’s getting ready to return some time.