LYRIC FOR SALE

By Scott A

I don’t,
Wanna be here right now,
I am,
Suffocating some how,
The walls,
Moving closer to me,
There are,
No solutions that I see.

Worn down,
Broke by the daily grind,
I’m sure,
I’m not one of a kind,
Tired
Of going nowhere fast,
I’m frustrated,
By always coming last.

I wish,
I could leave and go home,
No way,
I’m picking up the phone,
Done in,
By you thinking I’m ill,
The truth,
I only say what’s real.

Worn down,
Broke by the daily grind,
I’m sure,
I’m not one of a kind,
Tired,
Of going nowhere fast,
Fed up,
Of always coming last.

You think,
I can’t show you my heart,
It hurts,
You act like you’re so smart,
Scared,
By what you’ll think I’ll do,
Never,
Will I be just like you,
I don’t ever,
Want to be like you,
Never ever,
Want to be like you.
Even you,
Don’t want to be like you.