Nettie

• Type O Negative
• Life Is Killing Me

Nettie,

No need to cry

Let me

Wipe those tear drops from your eyes

In the dark bathed in Cathode ray blue

Miss Red Hook of 1922

Weeping silently for the pain of others

Every night a tearful rosary

A victim of the curse of empathy

Her reward for compassion is to suffer

My shortcomings, I know, caused her grief

Still she loves me, this I can’t believe!

Responding not with anger but a prayer

Heaven’s just Southwest of Cobble Hill

True, I am the son of an Angel

Maternally not one woman compares

Nettie (Nettie),

No need to cry (to cry)

Let me (let me)

Wipe those tear drops from your eyes

(If you fall, I will catch you)

(When you’re lost, I’ll be there soon)

(Far away, but of course near)

(When you’re sad, I’m always here)

Thank you for saving me from myself

Your compassion became its own hell

Unequivocally beautiful inside and out

Without a doubt

Let me