#workerbee
I was born a step out of time
One verse short of a line
One word short of a rhyme
With this world I do not jive
A worker bee without a hive
And all I hear is lie upon lie
I'm not sure exactly where I belong
I hope my life will not be prolonged
Untill that day I'll just keep singing my sorrowful song
I won't need to rehearse
In human kind I've seen the worst
And my life seems to be cursed
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC