Do I feel sorry for myself?
Sit around a weep
Cause life made a promise it didn’t keep
Do I sit wishing I was born?
Anyone but me
When being myself gets too hard to be
The world’s too much a pretty place
With things to see and do
And the tears you cry, feeling sorry for yourself
Only blur the view
Whenever life gets me upset
Angry, jumping mad
I howl, and I stomp like a silly kid
But sit around sorry for myself
Sorry, sir
Sorry?
Not me