When I was younger, about twenty
I used to think innocently
Oh, let me just get that job!
Then I would never sob!
After getting my heart broken by plenty
I used to think innocently
Oh, let me just get married!
Then I would never be single and harried!
I now have a job, I make good money
I am now married, a mother of a baby
I still sob well, I am quite harried..
Truth is, I am lost, almost buried
Beneath the burden of responsibility
I have forgotten my true identity
All I wished for was love and joy
But all I’ve amassed is bitter foy
As the present seems bleak in pain
My heart still pounds in vain
Hoping for a brighter day ahead
I wake up each day and make some bread
I wear a smile all day, all gay
Hoping that good comes my way
And I bid farewell forever
To those memories that run a dagger
Through my heart and soul, and scatter
All the good in me away
To nothingness, vacuum and dismay.