Sitting here all alone
Wishing to have someone to call my own
Slaving in the ofice through the day
Thinking there is nothing else to do if i'm away
Sometines I wonder ain't life great
Work like a dog yet with a smiling face
Sometimes I wonder at the end of the day
Will my work be my partner when my hair gone grey
I work today I work tomorrow
I work hard so i won't think of my sorrow
What's there in life that's left for me?
Just an empty world for the empty me
From the pages of the Pathetic Poet
2 comments:
work life must balance >.< so far i can't balance lol
Relax relax. Check this out man :D
http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=_O_5ef49N5I
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