When last I spoke to Carol I said: \'I can't pretend it gets easier.\' she said: \'I've hung on, I have edged around this narrow ledge since the day I was born in 1975.\' When last I spoke to Carol I said: \'I can't pretend I feel love for you.\' she said:
\'I've hammered a smile across this pasty face of mine since the day I was born in 1975.\' When I said goodbye to Carol black earth upon the casket fell she had faded to something I always knew to the rescue nobody ever comes.