| what happened to me that hasn't already happened? this is not my day today just let the world go by and leave me out | |
| when times cant get worse the idea always passes by that my first statement was just another lie another lie of another day It just needs to end this day is not my day I really need a friend | |
| where is everyone when my heart needs to be on the mend,lend a hand, a smile they all follow for many a mile, speed dial helps, listen to my plea as I need a friend.. | |
| any friend that will lend a hand... a friend that will listen and not stab me in the back a friend that will not hurt me or call me a bitch... | |
| Maybe I'll just get back to bed... forget the rain and my aching head. Ignore my boss and my messy hair... Quit my job and just not care! But for five days I've held on... yet this day seems so long! But my mood I hope to mend.. With lots of beer this weekend! | |
| Thank God it's Friday,workday is done, See you on monday, gotta run. Just let me relax, give me a beer, I have my remote, I ain't moving from here. I don't like my wife, she don't like me, I really don't care, I got my T.V. Who's at my door, let me go see Yikes, my house is on fire. Why Me!!!! | |
| What a weekend I was glad to find the fates weren't trying to be unkind | |
| Wicked echos of laughter Flow from thier unforgiving lips | |
| So why me? Just as I'm about to go mad, I realize... I'm merely a living example of what one does with what one has... | |
| Moved too quickly, spilled drink on keyboard keys; took three hours to get them clean.. outside was easy, inside was mean! | |
| Why me? I was born clumsy they say can't walk past or touch anything without it falling on the ground! Woe my back as I constantly have to bend! | |
| I asked my young children, Why me today? They hugged my heart with their Innocence and their pure Love, blinded my sight with answers, to my hair raising experience | |
| But I still feel clueless, so I ask again, why me? why me? why the heck me!!?? | |
| Some days are just plain awful thank God for the ones that aren't bad and the ones that are the best I've had Why me, oh Lord, I ask ya Why not, he answers back | |
| I didn't like that answer, so to Buddah turned asking Him the same question and why I'm always burned He said, "Duality my son, must take the good with bad" That seemed to calm me down a bit, so now don't feel so sad | |
| Sure, we all have bad hair days...it's not that big a bummer... 'specially when I think "Next up, here come those Dog Days of Summer!" | |
| Can't blame God nor man for my affliction. Can't even blame the drugs that showed me my addiction. Have to look at me and ask, "why me to myself"? Understand now that abstinence is my greatest wealth. Why am I an addict is the question that I scream. A to toast my foolishness, now that is a bad dream. |

