Disinfectant

everybody tried - no-one could control her 

everybody tried - no-one could help her 

she said “I can do what I want... 

I can do what I want... 

I can do anything...that I want!" 

no care in the community 

there's no care, for the community 

 

it's giving me nightmares 

it's giving me nightmares

 

I'm an undiagnosed therapist 

a non-practising chemist, these days 

must remain a secret tryst 

the only proof that you exist 

don't look so distressed 

 

it's giving me nightmares 

it's giving me nightmares

 

she suffered from PTSD, from a young age 

they say “love's a disinfectant, wash the hurt away" 

I told her I loved her, I told her I loved her 

...so I told her... 

she knew I didn't believe me 

she knew I didn't believe me 

I didn't believe me 

and she knew... 

she knew 

 

love's a disinfectant - wash the hurt away

what's the worst that could happen?