is there something more i just can’t see? i’ve been so busy trying every day to make ends meet been such a long time since i stopped to smell the coffee now i wonder can i tell the forest from the trees? i know that i feel pride and i know that i fear shame i know i want you to smile when you hear my name seems like a silly game but i know i play it harder than anything i feel alone there’s people everywhere some of these people even care once in a while you find someone who really cares but i’m too busy to give them what they need it’s not greed it’s the fear of failure it keeps me going but when tomorrow comes there’s always something more and i can’t stop working long enough to wonder what life’s for what is it for? am i just a whore? who am i working for?
