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'' I've Lost My Mobile Phone '' humour
I've awoken in a terrible state,
I think I'm going to die,
My life is almost over,
As I breathe my one last sigh.
I'm really hurting deep inside
That's why I find it odd,
If one can suffer in this way,
There can't possibly be a God.
How could my fellow human beings,
Treat me with such disdain,
How can they stand there laughing,
When they know I'm in so much pain.
I've lost touch with reality,
I feel like such a fool,
Though I did ignore the warning signs,
How could life be so cruel.
There's no real point in carrying on,
I've given up the ghost,
I'll just go quietly on my way,
As they play my one last post.
I must have upset someone high,
To suffer this affliction,
The reality with my illness is,
It's based on fact not fiction.
I'm going to see my psychiatrist now,
This will be my final session,
After all I've been put through,
I'm suffering manic depression.
But I don't care what you lot think,
Or what you say in jest,
When I finally meet my maker,
I can say I tried my best.
Paradise must be a massive place,
So they must have taken stock,
That us humans love to gossip,
It's known we love to talk.
In saying that I'm worried now,
If Heaven's the ultimate creation,
How the hell will I survive?
We thrive on communication.
I know what you're all thinking now,
For me you're feeling sad,
Definitely not I hear you say,
We think you're barking mad.
When I tell what is wrong with me,
I know you'll change your tone,
I've lost the will to live because,
' I've Lost My Mobile Phone '
I think I'm going to die,
My life is almost over,
As I breathe my one last sigh.
I'm really hurting deep inside
That's why I find it odd,
If one can suffer in this way,
There can't possibly be a God.
How could my fellow human beings,
Treat me with such disdain,
How can they stand there laughing,
When they know I'm in so much pain.
I've lost touch with reality,
I feel like such a fool,
Though I did ignore the warning signs,
How could life be so cruel.
There's no real point in carrying on,
I've given up the ghost,
I'll just go quietly on my way,
As they play my one last post.
I must have upset someone high,
To suffer this affliction,
The reality with my illness is,
It's based on fact not fiction.
I'm going to see my psychiatrist now,
This will be my final session,
After all I've been put through,
I'm suffering manic depression.
But I don't care what you lot think,
Or what you say in jest,
When I finally meet my maker,
I can say I tried my best.
Paradise must be a massive place,
So they must have taken stock,
That us humans love to gossip,
It's known we love to talk.
In saying that I'm worried now,
If Heaven's the ultimate creation,
How the hell will I survive?
We thrive on communication.
I know what you're all thinking now,
For me you're feeling sad,
Definitely not I hear you say,
We think you're barking mad.
When I tell what is wrong with me,
I know you'll change your tone,
I've lost the will to live because,
' I've Lost My Mobile Phone '
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`` I`ve Lost My Mobile Phone `` humour
`` I`ve Lost My Mobile Phone `` humour
