Dates and deadlines, all in white envelopes.
Bills upon bills line up and start to dance.
Minions of madness, they all dash my hopes,
Not even giving dreams a fighting chance.
Just what is it that I'm supposed to do?
Exactly who am I supposed to be?
When will I know the nightmare's fin'lly through?
When will I know that I'm finally free?
Being a Mom is all I really know.
A stupid freak is all I seem to be.
Being completely lost is getting old,
But maybe it may start to grow on me.
Where has yesterday gone, I want to know,
And why is today going by so slow?
Bills upon bills line up and start to dance.
Minions of madness, they all dash my hopes,
Not even giving dreams a fighting chance.
Just what is it that I'm supposed to do?
Exactly who am I supposed to be?
When will I know the nightmare's fin'lly through?
When will I know that I'm finally free?
Being a Mom is all I really know.
A stupid freak is all I seem to be.
Being completely lost is getting old,
But maybe it may start to grow on me.
Where has yesterday gone, I want to know,
And why is today going by so slow?
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