It Gets You

Loneliness gets you,

It eats away inside;

You wonder if you’re going mad,

In the end you have no pride …

You talk to your Wellies,

And even to your Ted;

The TV gets the worst of it,

Even someone’s in your bed!

Look out through your window,

Talk to the world out there;

Speak to God, you won’t go mad

And don’t tear out your hair!

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