| Why do I have to rush everywhere |
| leaving no time to stand and stare? |
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| Why can't I stick my head in the
sand |
| when no-one's there to lend a hand? |
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| Why not be selfish just as they are |
| when asked to journey near and far? |
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| Why can't I resolve to answer 'no' |
| when others tell me 'come' or 'go'? |
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| Why should it be me who feels the
need |
| to help them all get 'up to speed'? |
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| Why can't I just smile sweetly and
say |
| Let me be to have 'my' own way? |
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| Why do I stay sober when I'm asked |
| to drive the car - whilst they get
'smashed'? |
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| Why am I always busy like this |
| Sometimes feel they're taking the
piss! |
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| Often asked "Are you busy -
or what?" |
| Maybe they secretly hide and plot! |
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| Why always the cry ... ME ... ME
... ME? |
| Never time for a cuppa tea! |
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| Why do I take on more than I should |
| Why? - I suppose it makes me feel
good! |
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| Caroline Fields |
