Jun 25, 2004 20:38
The expectations that associate themselves with the sun rise every morning
makes it harder to wake up each day
slaving for someone elses gainto to tell you that
your time and your life is only worth a few dollars an hour.
wether its following someone elses dream
or just perfecting the art of pretending to care
its never enough.
slowly killing ourselves day in and day out.
(i hate work, i hate money, i hate routine, unfortunately we all need them)
i wont fall for this expected life, i will follow my own expectations and name a star after you