bloodsucker

i work to much.

far too much.

i dont remember what my couch feels like at 3pm.

i have no idea how the beautiful the sunset out my bedroom window on a tuesday.

i work far far too much.

for what i believe.

is what ive concieved.

im doing it for the cause.

but its because of the cause.

that i feel so lost.

so wasted.

so left behind.

ive lost myself along with my mind.

even more that i had before.

and all i can think about is the after.

and what i was doing before.

if it wasnt for the dream.

if the fact wasnt c.r.e.a.m

then i kiss is all goodbye

but here in the city.

here in this town.

its fed or get eatin.

ballin vs. broke.

stupid couture.

idiot savont.

i just want to be happy.

and home before 5.

i want to be able to clock in and out on the same day.

i miss recess i want to go play.

there has to be a solution.

i have to find my niche.

in this natural habitat ive grown so jaded with.

im an endangered species.

the last of my kind.

save me.