Work, work, work tis all that I seem to do
no life, no friend, no peace within, but
work is all I do.
I miss the one who has my heart but he has
his nice fine rich life and I am sure he
never thinks of me.
I have the weekend off but I never really
do much at all, alone most all the time
without anyone to share anything with.
Just a few friends I hang out with from
time to time.
Work, work, work tis all I seem to do.
wonder if by chance I will get my
second chance.