I wake up every day melancholy and forlorn,
Lie in bed and wonder, "Why the heck was I born?
Everything I do seems to go the wrong way,
All the things I touch and everything I say;
I walk around forever on the brink of tears,
Every thought I think covers all my fears;
Marriage didn't work so now I'm divorced,
Always in situations into which I've been forced;
My children don't even love me, or so it seems,
Never expected this, not in my wildest dreams,
People take advantage, always keep me on the go,
Knowing I've never learned how to just say, "No!"
Time to pull myself together, get a grip on life,
Learn to think positive not be beaten by strife:
Other people I know have some pretty bad days,
But theirs are temporary--just a passing phase:
I'll no longer let myself stay in this gloom,
Will bask in the sun and watch the flowers bloom;
Won't ask negative questions like, "Why am I here?"
'Cause the truth of the matter is...
My life is very dear.
