Hazy Days Everyday

People walking around,

people treading on the ground,

looking at them is making me think,

"Wonder if they have just as many kinks"

like me

Waiting for the chance to break free,

and finally become the person I was meant to be

But then again, 

I look around,

and see all these people going nowhere

Staying in the same place, never reaching "there"

Life's looking a bit bear, 

but not to them,

if it was me, I'd give myself a tear

Working round the clock,

feeling I'm giving more and more effort,

yet I'm the one still standing in the dirt

trying harder than ever

wondering when things will get better

probably never.

No.

I refuse to lay down and give up

this phase of life is just a hiccup

Already got 2,

need 5 more

before I can open the door and finally own my own floor

8 AM comes around again

and it's time to put myself to the test

to set myself apart from the rest

hoping to get enough out of it to be the best

Blood, sweat and tear,

f**k all that

more like

bud, fret and fears

Cindy's f*****g me,

won't let me be,

keeps taunting me,

until I can get 20 in a single spree

Callouses on my hands 

remind me I have no fans

Gotta work harder

so maybe one day I can push it farther

just enough to be satisfied

for one time in my life before the day I die

Looking for something I can call my own,

without having anyone's help, or a loan

How many days must I suffer

before I can reveal my cover

and show my true colors

and get some f*****g concern from my own mother