Working

by deeplydesturbed   Mar 11, 2011


Today I am tired,
Tomorow i will be too.
I can't help it,
I working two jobs to help support you.

I get up at 6.30 am
and dont get home until midnight
I dont know how much longer i can take it
Until i drop from exhaustion

Do you not understand
Its wearing me out
Ive got holes in my shoes
From going from 1 job to another

Some days i dont even get rest
When i come home you want me to get dinner
well F**K you,
how about you get your own dinner?

Im not going to do it anymore at al
Sitting at the desk
Fallin asleep in my chair
sometimes, its not very fair.

Living on coffee and eating crackers
My body is falling apart
somedays, im surprised i even get up
When are you going to help?

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