11 July 2014
I get sick at my stomach, I get sick a lot.
With pride I said I’d never been caught.
I cry in the mornings getting ready for work,
Always glad no one sees how much this hurts.
I sprayed on this gunk to help me keep going,
And missed my target… now my eyes are glowing.
Keeping my pain secretly locked up inside,
I have one little mishap – now it’s impossible to hide.
(Please to sing to me – ZZ tops ‘Cheap Sunglasses’ – theme song for today)