people are tired of being pushed around
tired of a poor wage
and a job so desperate –
it is not even one which they want to save

a few days can promise everything
but right now it is all so strange
emotions now seem such a mess
day to day living reminds me of too much

calm me down
take this hate from my plate
i would rather push it away
it is a meal now
that has lasted several days

what happens next
who has written the future text
and where do we go now
direction is hard to find

why did you hurt me?
what did i do wrong?
you talk about attention
but push away when they come close

you do not like it
when i make digs
well it happens dryly
we have lost the laughter that came in fits

you turned your pretty face
away from my warm hands
and as i sat in your place
i knew i would never understand