LYRIC FOR SALE

By Kellie Larson

(Verse 1) I spend my days giving your role its weight, You don't even bother to check my state. I bleed, I bend, I make it through to the end, Just so you’ve got that money to spend.

(Chorus) It doesn't matter what I say, It doesn't matter what I do. I work hard to give you yours, While I stand on my bare bones.

(Verse 2) You don’t even know if I’ve got a wife to leave, Or a son or daughter missing little league. That Lambo you drive is quite a ride, But my bonus was nothing, after months on overdrive.

(Verse 3) The coffee is weak and the emails grow tall, Just a mindless zombie walking through the hall. Your profit line rises, you’re chasing the gain, By day wasting my life, at night numbing the pain.

(Bridge) The hours are less, the work is more, There's even two names now on my office door. I get tired earlier and struggle through, The end of my day brings not one thank you.

(Outro) That job of yours? I can do it too. But here I sit with an upward view. After all the time I gave to you, I’m left standing, stripped down. No, not one "thank you." Just standing on these bare bones.