My kids say I should do more to try.
to get back the way I was.

I know the new me makes them cry.
But the new me makes me shy.

My friends see the things I do and are impressed.
Seeing how well I handle my fate and the stress.

To my friends I do lots,
To my kids, it's NEVER ENOUGH, sorry kids I'll never
be the way I was.

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