I Give Up

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.