The woman

The woman I will always love, calls me a stranger.

The woman I hurt, calls me an evil bastard.

The woman I adore more than anything; is in love with a ghost.

Life and its problems annoy me.

Life and its problems are trying to get the better of me.

Maybe it’s better if I sit down, let me rest my mind.

Too much standing is bad for my blood pressure, let me sit down and rest my mind.