One in eight
God damit we
Lost our souls.
Now the men
Work until they boil.
We saved and paid
But still lost it all.
Yes we still collect unemployment.
I was young and now im
Asked how good I am at bending over.
I used to sell needs
To bring them fortunes.
Now im stuck wondering if
I brought them fame.
I am to old to tell my sons
When ill have to leave.
They dont understand how my memories fading.
Im trying and hoping they return
But I understand why they burn out.
I only wish they would forgive
The way I gave up.