Every morning i wake up exhausted

I make a vow that as soon as I get home I'll go to bed.

As 1 am turns to 2 am I realize that was a lie.

I'll lay in bed wide awake as the hours go by.

Eventually I'll fall asleep right before the alarm goes off.

Yesterday I woke up with my head pounding and a cough.

Still, I got up, and got dressed.

" there is no such thing as being stressed "

I chanted to myself as I looked at the mirror.

I could have sworn I had a fever,

But I told myself I had to go.

" if I do my make up right no one will know"

Every morning I convince myself, that this is the way its done.

That this way ,later on in life Ill have my fun.

I'll stitch on that fake smile, and walk out the door.

But in reality, I don't want to do this anymore.

I live to work and I work to live.

I heard once that you get what you give.

But, it seems as though the good karma skipped me.

At 21 this isn't how I imagined my life to be.

I do not live I simply exist.

Exist to complete everything on my to do list.

So busy making a living that most of the time I forget to make a life.

So set of that dream house, and car rather than being somebody's wife.

I guess I've learned one meaning of sacrifice.

Having money be a priority makes you think twice.

I mean what's the point of that money, if you never have time.

Not just time to spend it, but time to live at your prime.

These are the years you'll remember the most one day when you're old.

The stories your kids, kids remember their grandparents told.

All you have to say for it, is "I made money"

And that's not the life I want for me.

You see, now no one knows the value of things they only know the price.

Make a big cake all by yourself and then everybody wants a slice.

This friendship. Is nothing but artificial.  

Because they are only there as long as you stay beneficial.

We value money more than we value time.

We forget to realize it's not about the top of the hill its about the climb.

We look past the moments in life which pass us by.

Live to work and then we die.

Because time is the one thing we can't get back.

So focused on how far we have yet to go that we get off track.

At some point we all smile with that invisible gun pointed at our heads.

Sitting with nothing but the quiet chaos in our minds as we sit at the edge of our beds...

Wondering where the time has gone.

Before we know it our life is done.

No one leaves this world and survives

And all we have to show for it is a peice of paper we let run our lives.