Who are you?
Where did you come from?
To what alien nation
Do you belong?

Born into the fold…
What do you behold?
A nest of strangers
Full of constant dangers

Play with your mind
Sacrifice the bold
Seek, and you find
You become their mold

Life is like surgery;
Listen to the doctor…
He can make you feel
Better than you did
But are the words
The truth for you?

Life is like surgery…
You believe the lies
Maybe you will live
And maybe you will die

Life is like surgery…
It can disintegrate you
Or set your spirit free
Learn to seek the new

Love is like surgery…
I always feel him there
Cutting away
Within my despair

Making me feel
Lesser than what
I was meant to be

But life is like surgery
As I excise the blight
That he put on me
And know that I
Am greater than
The whole of his
Wanna-bes
Will-for-art-thous
Those false and phoney
Misconstrued vows…

Sometimes,
Love is like surgery…
You need to be
Your own doctor…
Throw away the past
And get a second opinion.