#32

A pile of laundry on my floor

I can’t even look at it anymore

There’s a lot to do

But how to get through

This month alone

I feel a bit sick

But maybe this is the trick

Where you pull your mask

And they all laugh

And then the curtain’s drawn

I think by the end of this song

It’ll be dawn

That’s how it feels

Lately nothing is real

If I could take

Just a little break

It would be nice

But just put me in rice

And I’ll move along

What would a break even look like

When every day is nothing

What would my face even change to

If I could hug you

I hardly recognize myself

Not even fame and wealth

Could guarantee an end

Or good health.