Happy and sad, unique as it seems
Is happening to me, is happening to me
The clouds are so grey, the air is so clean
The footpath so dull, yet still the sun gleams
The headache is worsening, the nausia gripping
Yet the love from my friends is never slipping
My thoughts seem so dark, my outlook is glum
Yet all those worries seem the size of a crumb
Life is good, for all its pain
I must think this, to keep myself sane...
