Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
It's 5 o'clock in the morning And we still seem to be going Round in circles What good am I to you If I can't carry the weight around for two I heard that whistle blow I'm punching my card They tell me that friendship Shouldn't be this hard Well a warrior lives inside of me But he's weary of the fight I am afraid that it's quittin' time I'm the first on the job I'm the last one to leave You still don't seem to appreciate me I never thought I would say but it's Quittin' time Where's the pay off for the blood The sweat and tears I've been punished for your fears? It's all So hurtful But no tool that I have used Has ever been strong enough To see us through I heard that whistle blow I'm punching my card Cuz buddy Friendship Shouldn't be this hard
0
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Quittin' Time
It's 5 o'clock in the morning And we still seem to be going Round in circles What good am I to you If I can't carry the weight around for two I heard that whistle blow I'm punching my card They tell me that friendship Shouldn't be this hard Well a warrior lives inside of me But he's weary of the fight I am afraid that it's quittin' time I'm the first on the job I'm the last one to leave You still don't seem to appreciate me I never thought I would say but it's Quittin' time Where's the pay off for the blood The sweat and tears I've been punished for your fears? It's all So hurtful But no tool that I have used Has ever been strong enough To see us through I heard that whistle blow I'm punching my card Cuz buddy Friendship Shouldn't be this hard
mikey-jha
Written by
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem