I didn't work another double
All just to watch a bigger struggle
Now I'm trying to snuggle
But apparently I'm nothing special
Is it me, or my my personality
Either way I don't know anything about happiness
Just fluent in loneliness
Now I'm working overtime
But I'll be lucky to have a dollar and hardly see a dime
I've ****** up and lost control
What a way to tell me I have a ugly soul
Grab a time sheet and punch me out
Like a upper cut I'm knocked out
But I got back up ready to punch back in
I refuse to let the haters win
I'm just trying to find myself again
I saw a flyer and would love to begin