Poor Innocent Fred

And what is life do not ask this of Fred
Who spends most of his waking time in bed
In his life for joy there is not any place
He always has a sad look on his face

Though to self pity not one who is inclined
He has a lot of darkness in his mind
He does not know what happiness feels like or never will
Life can be so tough on the mentally ill

By anything in life he does not feel inspired
Medication always has him feeling tired
His sedentary lifestyle has him grossly overweight
And he feels he has nothing to celebrate

Poor innocent Fred he would not harm a fly
When in the company of others he seems rather shy
He does not have a girl friend or will never have a wife
It seems that his mental illness it has ruined his life

There is not any joy in life for Fred
Who spends most of his waking time in bed
In accommodation for the mentally ill far from his family
For people like him how sad life must be.