mercoledì 17 settembre 2008

Offer

Who, who am I to be blue?
Look at my family and fortune.
Look at my friends and my house.

Who, who am I to feel dead? And
who am I to feel spent?
Look at my health and my money.

And where, where do I go to feel good?
Why do I still look outside me
when clearly I've seen it won't work?

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
And is it my job to be selfless, extraordinaire?
And my generosity has me disabled
by this my sense of duty to offer.

And why, why do I feel so ungrateful?
Me who is far beyond survival.
Me who's seen life as an oyster.

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
And is it my job to be selfless, extraordinaire?
And my generosity has me disabled
by this my sense of duty to offer.

And how, how dare I rest on my laurels?
How dare I ignore an outstretched hand?
How dare I ignore a third world country?

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
And is it my job to be selfless, extraordinaire?
And my generosity has me disabled
by this my sense of duty to offer.

Who, who am I to be blue?

Alanis Morissette

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