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She sits there At the desk Her head spinning As it begins Day in and day out All she ever feels Is the feeling Of being everything She's underappreciated, And under rested. She's overtired, And overworked Her friends are the only ones Who appreciate her For who she is Not what she does They're the reason why She’s still hanging on To that rope she's clinging to That just keeps fraying. Sometimes she just feels Like she's nothing at all Or even worse- Like the energizer bunny She keeps going and going But not on her own terms There’s always something that needs to get done And it's up to her to do it What she wants to do Keeps getting put on hold- Things that she needs to do Take a number and wait in line She feels empty Like she's nothing at all She’s running on autopilot And it’s running her life Even sleeping doesn’t help For the horrid dreams kick in But I guess when you're on automatic Nothing seems right But yet there's hope That keeps peeking through This dark soul That has engulfed me For as long as I have a heart That continues to beat My soul can remain pure Even if no one can see
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Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 12:36 PM UTC
Running on Autopilot
She sits there At the desk Her head spinning As it begins Day in and day out All she ever feels Is the feeling Of being everything She's underappreciated, And under rested. She's overtired, And overworked Her friends are the only ones Who appreciate her For who she is Not what she does They're the reason why She’s still hanging on To that rope she's clinging to That just keeps fraying. Sometimes she just feels Like she's nothing at all Or even worse- Like the energizer bunny She keeps going and going But not on her own terms There’s always something that needs to get done And it's up to her to do it What she wants to do Keeps getting put on hold- Things that she needs to do Take a number and wait in line She feels empty Like she's nothing at all She’s running on autopilot And it’s running her life Even sleeping doesn’t help For the horrid dreams kick in But I guess when you're on automatic Nothing seems right But yet there's hope That keeps peeking through This dark soul That has engulfed me For as long as I have a heart That continues to beat My soul can remain pure Even if no one can see
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Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 12:36 PM UTC
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