Wash clothes, clean the house, feed the baby and your spouse
Time alone seems down right impossible
How I maintain from insanity, is very remarkable
I don’t feel like I am not appreciated for the things I do
I always get my praise, my props, from my lover, Oh so true
Where is my other life, has it yet to appear
Could I have let it slip by, at least that is what I fear
Sometimes I catch myself, I have a tendency to babble
Because I know that road you choose, is the road you must travel
Kru-Shal/1998
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