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Tim Minchin
you grew on me
You grew on me like a tumourAnd you spread through me like malignant melanoma
And now youâ??re in my heart
I shouldâ??ve cut you out back at the start
Now Iâ??m afraid thereâ??s no cure for me
No dose of emotional chemotherapy
Can halt my pathetic decline
I shouldâ??ve had you removed back when you were benign
I picked you up like a virus
Like meningo-fucking-coccal meningitis
Now I canâ??t feel my legs
When youâ??re around I canâ??t get out of bed
Iâ??ve left it too late to risk an operation
I know thereâ??s no hope for a clean amputation
The successful removal of you
Would probably kill me too
You grew on me like carcinoma
Crept up on me like untreated glaucoma
Now I find it hard to see
This untreated dose of you has blinded me
I shouldâ??ve consulted my local physician
Iâ??m stuck now forever with this tunnel vision
My periphery is screwed
Wherever I look now, all I see is you
When we first met you seemed fickle and shallow
But my armour was no match for your poison arrow
You are wedged inside my chest
If I tried to take you out now I might bleed to death
Iâ??m feeling short of breath
You grew on me like a tumour
And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
I guess I never knew
How fast a little mole can grow on you