Why do I cause myself
Such stress?
Put myself
Under duress?
How'd I get myself
Into this mess?
I have to get
It off my chest
And keep hoping
For the best
Give it all a rest
Before I put myself
Up to another test
A test that I will fail
I want to jump
Over that rail
Grab the tiger
By the tail
Learn to fly
At full sail
Get a million dollars
In the mail
Or just feel
Like a million dollars
Instead of a two-dollar
Holla-holla
Satisfactory
Factory
The good time girl
Everyone thinks
That I am
Runaway
On the lam
I want to be better
Than this letter
Scarlet letter
On my forehead
Stamped and branded
My heart broke
When I landed
When I discovered
That I was stranded
Judgement day
Has been remanded
Nobody handed
Me this opportunity
I created my own
Design
I need to resign
Because
I have received a sign
That all my decisions
Are mine
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