Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Fired

Sometimes I doubt if I'm allowed
To be on this clowd
With all the stuff I lie about

I lie awake
About the mess I make
I always wait 'til everything's at stake

I should have seen this coming
I thought my job was boring
How could I not do anything?

I had a feeling premature
This is more than I can endure
I am so fired for sure

No comments:

Post a Comment