I never want to work again
For everything I touch turns to dust
I have built many dreams
But they have all fallen down
Why do hearts cherish such an empty life
When the masses are putting us down?
I run to the streets all morning
Looking for valid answers;
It is my heart of days
That\'s given up the roses
For I don\'t deserve to be praised
And I am done settling
No more temp agencies
No more dead end jobs
For I am forced to decline...
No more problems out of line
For in this day and age
I am forced to resign
The bosses are too selfish to care
I can hear their voices in the halls
Carrying on and on.