This is what my life's become
  Drinks roll across my tongue
                   Words on a paper
         Half written poems
Unsung love songs                  
Stories all the same.          
         Work all day          
                                    Every day
To pay for things I don't need
    To keep things I don't have
                             Out of my life
Gypsy friends              
             Consistent foes
Silence                                      
Except when the music roars
        If heartbreak is woe
Than I am made of stone