Please Don't Pity Me
365 Days A Year
All In Which I Have To Bear
Of Course You Don't Care
For You Are The Reason Of This Fear.
You're One Of The Ways To My Success,
Even Though You Leave Me In A Mess.
Nevertheless,
Sometimes I See Lots Of Progress.
They All Tell Me To Chill,
And Even Offer A Pill.
No, That'll Just Make Me Feel More Ill,
And I Don't Want To Write A Will.
You Will Always Be The Pain,
Before I Can Get A Gain.
Whether I'm Under The Rain,
Or Soaring In An Airplane.
Although I'd Rather Dress,
To Show It Less.
Would You Like To Guess,
Or Should I Just Confess?
I Just Want A Caress,
From All This Stress.