Every day I wake up and think about 'D',
I look in the mirror, �D� stares back at me.
Some say it�s so easy, �it�s a piece of cake�,
But I know it�s not, they�ve made a mistake.
Why in the world has this happened to me?
�D� makes me so crazy, I give all I can give,
I don�t like the way this �D� makes me live.
But leave it to me, I�ll do things my way,
I take care of myself, I'll face another day.
amanda
2-15-2000
