Once I had to find my worth
Believe me that time was my worst.
North South East or West,
At what path there would be least regret.
Dam these are tough times!
People breathing down my neck
All day all night all the time
Why the hell it has to be me
Cant they see they are choking me
Bit by bit Killing me
Hell why would they care
That they are bleeding me bare
I give you a dare
Why don't you try on my wares
and then lets see how you fare.
Easy to say things from where you stand
I invite you to take a stand,
in my quicksand
And maybe then you will see
Its not easy being me....
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