I work my hardest 

I try my best

But that isn't enough

My hands they feel so rough

They say I have it easy

But I'm getting queasy

The weight is just to much

And I can't feel there touch

Why am I on the ground

Why do I feel bound

I open my eyes to find

That I'm actually in a bind

I can feel my life slipping

I can feel him gripping

I can see his sad face

he takes my soul with such grace

And then all goes black

And now I'm back





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