Why Me
My head is swimming, I can not think,
My life makes me want to drink.
The bills piled up, the mortgage to,
It makes me wonder what I’ll do.
The job I love will soon be lost,
The gas it comes at such high cost.
The bank it took all I’ve got,
Not that it was a whole lot.
My children listen like a rock,
I think it’s all a bunch of crock.
Lets get to the brighter side,
My husbands here to share the ride.
Happiness comes with a fee,
that’s why I always say “why me”.
By Heather D. Roe
My life makes me want to drink.
The bills piled up, the mortgage to,
It makes me wonder what I’ll do.
The job I love will soon be lost,
The gas it comes at such high cost.
The bank it took all I’ve got,
Not that it was a whole lot.
My children listen like a rock,
I think it’s all a bunch of crock.
Lets get to the brighter side,
My husbands here to share the ride.
Happiness comes with a fee,
that’s why I always say “why me”.
By Heather D. Roe
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