sometimes my life's a wicked game
in truth I know it's fucking lame

right now I need some help for free
but no one's ever there for me

and when I try to get ahead
behind I'm left and almost dead

everything I own's a piece of shit
you'd think by now I'd be used to it

I think I want to wake from this dream
this isn't where I thought I'd be

struggling to stay for one more show
to march a Ramp W.B. to go --

My mind is numb
I'm still awake
I've got to, got to kick this fate
what the hell have I given me?
a pile of bills and poverty
I want to go, I have to leave
my time is short, no room to grieve

someone please tell me what to do
my parents bailed, I'm royally screwed

I can't keep living on day-to-day
I can't survive on next week's pay

I need a hope they say is gone
I need someone to lead me on

I'd cry if I had time to breathe
but tears won't come, I've got to leave

Mother forgive me taking this long
to figure out I've done you wrong

Father I'm sorry you weren't there
I know you worked, I know you cared.

I've got to go
got to go
got to leave --

good night.

(being poor sucks)

10/08/2003

Posted on 10/09/2003
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