Is it really fair
that I drag through day after day?
I'm pulling out my hair
over bills we cannot pay!
There's always
so damn much to do.
This isn't what I wanted,
and I'm stuck in it with you.
What about me? I've
given all I can.
I love you all -- why can't you understand?
I try for all of you, but what about me?
After I give to you, what's left for me?
