Living is Hard

Look at the way we live,

9-5 for 40 years, into we’re booking the same old trips,

Still you couldn’t get what you wished,

After all you sacrificed, uncertain of an afterlife,

We bring a whole lot to the table,

But they took away all the tips,

And though I’m young...

 

I’m feeling like my cards already dealt,

To take my hits below the belt,

But I’m just searching for a happy trail,

Gotta state the course, and it don’t matter if I pass or fail,

Asking about my passion years ago was like a class in Braille!

That’s a touchy subject, but I’ve come to jump over embarrassment,

For chasing untraditional parts,

 

You can call me out of character,

But you can’t be my narrator,

And I’m scared of death, because it’s the living that’s hard.