adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

The Wishin’ I Was Dead Blues

Woke up this mornin’ wishin’ I was dead.
Woke up this mornin’ an’ wished that I was dead.
Had me a gun, I’d put a bullet through my head.


Look around and see the things you left behind.
Look and everywhere are things you left behind.
Look into the mirror, that’s all I can find.


Don’t do no cookin’, food stays on the shelf.
Don’t eat at all, food stays on the shelf.
No joy in sittin’ at the table by myself.


No point in livin’, can’t go on no more.
No point in livin’, can’t go on no more.
I keep on lookin’ toward that distant shore.


From first thing in the mornin’ till I lay myself in bed,
From the time I rise in the mornin’ till I lay myself in bed,
Spend the whole damn day wishin’ I was dead.


Stephen Brooke ©2005

The blues...probably in A. Don't ask me to sing in E. Can't do it! :D

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