I need you in my life, like another hole in my head. Many, many times I wish you to be dead. I hate to admit, sometimes I am happy when you get me up. But I often scream, ok! Enough is enough. I admit sometimes if it were not for you. I would have no job, finished through. Do you have not any soul at all. Course not, your just plugged into the wall. Alarm clock, Bittersweet you are.