Let's be honest
Why I'm fooling myself
Living on a planet that I'm not welcome
People all around
Claiming to be famous
Jobs are hopeless
Stress is high
Friends are few
So, what do I really have?
A fist full of dirt
Gravel full of pain
There is nowhere to go
But through someone
Every stepping stone
Has a glass bottom
Ready to be shattered or
Ready to be cut
Why work for free
To get paid in oats
Working as a mule doesn't seem right