O my life grows tired now, when will it end.

I am 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.