Nothing To Do With Me

A man from a bar 
Staggers out to his car
Turns the key
And drives into a tree
That has nothing to do with me
Nothing to do with me

A woman depressed
Puts a gun to her head
The troubles she had -
Bang! They're all dead
That has nothing to do with me
Nothing to do with me

How long will you love?
How much will you share?
How far will you risk
The compulsion to care?
How deeply 
Will you stick your soul
Out there
Where it's easily damaged,
Crushed and abused 
And broken?

A man with tattoos 
That cover his face
People look on and say,
"What a disgrace!"
That has nothing to do with me
No!
Nothing to do with me

Hundreds of protesters 
March in the street
Shouting demands
That no one will meet
They have
Nothing to do with me
Nothing to do with me

I've cried in the sun
And laughed at the rain
Howled at the sky
Till the moon rose again
I've 
Flushed good years
Of my life
Down the drain
'Cause
I choose
When I lose
To incise
And deaden
The pain

When someone comes near
I fall back on the fear
That anyone loving 
Will soon disappear
That has nothing to do with me
As I said
It has nothing to do with me

Where she goes  
And
What she does
Whom she sees
And whom 
She loves
That 
Has nothing to do with me
Nothing to do with me

I said
It has nothing to do with me
Nothing at all

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