written 10th May 2001
Will I ever get off this blooming roundabout
why must I, always need to scream and shout
As things just start to settle
I will be forced to start on a new battle
Will it ever end
I need a really good friend
Someone that will listen
and, not have to be my competition
Someone who cares
a friend is all I need..
But, enemy's are all I ever see
will it ever stop, this lifetime of endless rotten, bad luck....