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
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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