I'm run, I'm done,
Don't get me wrong,
I'm no nun,
I used to be fun,
I loved the sun,
But now I'm run,
I'm sick of it, in the thick of it,
For what?
I'm worn, battered and torn,
Feeling forlorn, wish I hadn't been born,
I used to be happy,
Quite snappy,
Now I'm just tatty, and ratty,
It's my fault I know,
And believe me I know,
I hate feeling this sorrow,
Can I borrow your life?
The one with no strife,
Can I live it, feel it, breath it,
Just for a day,
Then back to this way,
That's all I can say on the matter,
It doesn't matter,
It's only me.