How lovely it is to wake up with a start
To feel short of breath and palpitations in the heart
How wonderful to feel your hair turning grey
And anticipate the pitfalls and problems of the day
It’s fabulous to eat too much, or to hardly eat at all
For the worrying in your head, makes appetite so small
The minor things become massive, and the massive things immense
Chewing away at fingernails, and always feeling tense
From thoughts of natural disasters, to other people’s work
Your husband starts to worry when you start to go bezerk.
But to all the other people, you seem to be so cool
They say to each other, “she’s laid back”, you seem to have them fooled.
The smile’s just a cover, the words are all rehearsed.
Catch her off guard for a minute, she might let the secret burst.
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