Double shift And wired again Awake while Others sleep A mixture of Some milk and gin Dry eyes I cannot weep I think of things From years gone by And scream Inside my head Then have another Sip of gin My mind says Go to bed!! It wasn't supposed To be this way My work and Sacrifice A husband and a Child are lost In search Of paradise Independence What a thrill! Free to laugh When ever I feel! Free to this And free to that Where's my milk My gin, my cat?Birth sign: Aquarius
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