Poor pitiful me. Trapped here in despair.
Life’s so damned unfair. I’ll just sing the blues.
Drown my sorrow, in a bottle of booze.
No one to love me and no one to care.
My days are filled with misery and woe.
When will it end? There is no way to know.
Desperate, dismal and down in the dumps.
The road I’m on, full of bounces and bumps.
I round the corner and go up the hill.
The sun comes out and my perception clears.
Sadness conquered by power of my will.
My depression wanes along with my fears.
Optimism fills me with bliss and joy.
And I start laughing like a little boy.
