Is there something more I just can t see?
I ve been so busy trying every day to make ends meet
Been such a long time
Since I stopped to smell the coffee
Now I wonder can I tell the forest from the trees?
I know that I feel pride and I know that I fear shame
I know I want you to smile when you hear my name
Seems like a silly game
But I know I play it harder than anything
I feel alone
There s people everywhere
Some of these people even care
Once in a while you find someone who really cares
But I m too busy to give them what they need
It s not greed it s the fear of failure
It keeps me going
But when tomorrow comes there s always something more
And I can t stop working long enough
To wonder what life s for
What is it for?
Am I just a whore?
Who am I working for?
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