The clock is 5 am and the poor old man starts to work
It’s not true, but anyway he gives away a smirk
His life didn’t proved to be the one he fought for
He had ambitions and dreams but ended up in a department store
All he wanted was a career and somebody to love
He begged every day for help from the above
It never came
All he wanted was to give someone his family name
Life is not fair but that we already knew
And there’ nothing you can do
Wait and hope that it will be fine
Hopefully one day, you will shine
I feel sorry for him when I take the change
When I walk through the door, it feels so strange
What has he done to deserve this kind of life?
All he wanted was to have a wife
The poor old man will work there until he dies
He will leave this reality without any goodbyes
I wish I could be his friend
But I don’t have the ability to pretend