O my life grows tired now

O when will it end

I grow older now

I suppose I need a friend

The cat is watching me

As the guitar plays on free

Life is troublesome for some

But in many ways I’ve been lucky

Music is the soul of me

And people say I make them happy

Wish I could make myself that way but I seem to feel so krappy

My mental torment is hard to see

As hard to see as a flea in a tree