Apr 28
Sometimes we are up
Sometimes we are not
Though often too much
I like what I've got
While sometimes I feel
That I'd rather hide
Some other times still
I'm glad I'm alive
Sometimes we are not
Though often too much
I like what I've got
While sometimes I feel
That I'd rather hide
Some other times still
I'm glad I'm alive
I too often forget who I am beneath it all,
But what a relief when I eventually recall!
But what a relief when I eventually recall!
