And It Isn't Even Noon By: Ann M. Hampton Sitting her waiting for my soap opera of a life to start, Meanwhile, The rest of my life is falling apart. Got dishes on the counter, And laundry around the room, And the linger of smoke looms. You made me uptight By keeping me up all night. My life is in a spiral down, And it isn't even noon. I wonder around in circles Wondering what's left of you and me. i wish you would open your eyes Only to see you're the problem--not me. Yoiu made me uptight By keeping me up all night. My life is in a spiral down, And it isn't even noon. How much more can I handle? How much more can I take? How much longer Until you can see your big mistake? The kids are complaining Even they can see you're a jerk. All I need is to see my soap opera While you are at work. Otherwise... I'll be uptight Just like I was last night Then maybe my life will turn around This afternoon. But for now... I'm uptight From staying up all night. My life is in a spiral down, And it isn't even noon. At last... My soap opera is on the screen, And much of it is like my life. Oh Lord, I want to scream.Birth sign: Pisces
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