There is a funny feeling inside,
but i can't work out if its shame or pride.
Is there always a pleasure to go with the pain?
I'm thinking too much and its hurting my brain.
To be happy I'm told i must look to myself,
not to young men, or clothing, or wealth.
At the moment there's nothing that makes me sit up,
and sometimes I feel that enough is enough.
So I sit out the bad bits and hope for the good,
trying to deal with things like I should.