Why is the world I live in so hard to accept?
The world I grew up in is foreign to me
The only world I've ever known is built on money and commutes to work and waiting for 5 o'clock
Or the weekend
Or your next vacation
Its about paying your dues to the man and then praying that he gives you the time off to attend your sisters wedding
I can't live like this
I can't stomach it like everyone else seems to be able to do
This is not the life I choose for myself
How many tears can you cry before you run out?