Sometimes it's like I do this in my sleep
Just get my pen and squiggle out some lines
But other days this hill is all too steep
And it's like slaving hours in the mines.
I try hard not to let it get me down
And struggle on despite having to try
Do I work hard or am I just a clown
Are my ideas of "...worthwhile..." just a lie?
I'd like to write some words to help you see
And try to wake you up a little bit
But maybe I should just be waking me
And stop acting like such a stupid git.
Sometimes I have nothing I want to say
And I want to express that in my way.
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