How many more times can you say to yourself "this isn't me, this isn't my life, this isn't living"How many times does it take before you breakWhen the cost living is way higher than what you earn
Because no job has the ability to pay you what you're worth
We are slaves with blue collars
We are all niggers now
I say that with no prejudice but a new found equality
I'm stuck wondering how much more time I have
Before enough is enough
And I put the tools up for good
To take down from time to time to reminisce
About what I used to have and who I used to be
I try to have faith, but faith comes hard these days
When all you know is getting beat down
You tend to be weary of things like faith
The end of the road is just an end
Attached to something else
That resembles what you just left
There's nothing new under the sun
I just hope that all my instincts are wrong
And are just a manifestation of my disorders
And that someday everything will fall into place
I will be a long way from this existence
And it will only be a funny memory of what it was
Of who I used to be
Please God, let this one dream come true.