Day in day out,
Work today work tomarrow.
I don't know why,
It bothers me so.
What I need no one wants to give.
When I think it only brings sorrow.
So I dwell in the halls of lone.
When I'm not working, Im in a constant point of contention.
The superfilious amout of time on hand, to grunt a grone.
There has to be someone out there, to give me their time and speculation.
If my life keep going how it has, I will be regressed, into a dossile drown.
I have nothing to strive for except the constant compitishion.
There is no exeptions for comming in second.
There is only first, but with that I'm prown.
TO THE...
Day In Day Out,
I have no one to blame,...
...But myself.
©Nojjoy
