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Used to spend time
Alone with myself
Would create things
Had time to just think
Now all my time
Is spent working two jobs
To make money
To pay all the bills
Day after day
Monotonous jobs
And time slips away
Insanity at brink
Want to do somthing
Worthwhile and good
’Cause time goes so fast
It gives me the chills
Feel like I have
No true identity
No music or style
Don’t know what I think
Feeling average and boring
Sometimes shallow and dumb
I’m missing common knowledge
And lacking of skills
When I do get a moment
It’s usually wasted
So stuck on the shallow
Can’t step outside the rink
Want to start thinking deeper
And learn about the world
These would make me as happy
As caffeine and pain pills
Want to earn some respect
Become identifiable
Have goals that are reached
So this burden can sink
Somebody help me
I know there’s more to this life
Just waiting to see it
Once I open my eyes
Alone with myself
Would create things
Had time to just think
Now all my time
Is spent working two jobs
To make money
To pay all the bills
Day after day
Monotonous jobs
And time slips away
Insanity at brink
Want to do somthing
Worthwhile and good
’Cause time goes so fast
It gives me the chills
Feel like I have
No true identity
No music or style
Don’t know what I think
Feeling average and boring
Sometimes shallow and dumb
I’m missing common knowledge
And lacking of skills
When I do get a moment
It’s usually wasted
So stuck on the shallow
Can’t step outside the rink
Want to start thinking deeper
And learn about the world
These would make me as happy
As caffeine and pain pills
Want to earn some respect
Become identifiable
Have goals that are reached
So this burden can sink
Somebody help me
I know there’s more to this life
Just waiting to see it
Once I open my eyes
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This is something I wrote in 2008... I feel like the situation has improved since then for sure, but there's definitely always still room for growth.
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