What do I do.
When's everything I do,
Everything I say,
May never seem the best in anyway,
I test my limits, learn my boundaries,
But never push to far,
I give comfort, respect, loyalty,
Anything you want, anything you need,
But why,
But why is it never good enough?
Almost seems that every day I seem to live the same thing,
A bunch of useless hours and days,
Only good part is that I get paid,
I can only wish that one day things will change,
I want to be happy again.
Something to look forward to at the end of the day, week, month, year.
Something to keep me going.
Just someone.
If not, every day just seems the same.