Hold It Against Me.

Jesus in a camper van he said sorry to
Leave you but I've done all I can
I suppose even the son of God
Gets it hard sometimes

Jesus in a camper van he said sorry to
Leave you but I've done all I can
I suppose even the son of God
Gets it hard sometimes

Blame yourself it's easier
There's no need to trouble her
Blame yourself it's easier
There's no need to trouble her

If I was going to make mistakes on purpose I would at least make them good.

If I could never make a mistake again believe me I would.

If I could fade into the wall and never be seen again that might be okay too.

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Last week a patient's parent asked me what was wrong with me because I don't have a husband.

In a split second I went from nurse to leper.

And it keeps me wondering, is there something wrong with not needing someone else?