[Submitted by simplelyfe on August 19, 2007, 1:55 pm]
listen.
listen to me.
You say you are stressed,
but you are not in the city
you have not a project to submit
no bossy bosses you must meet
time allows you to befriend the television
it allows you to dream from the night to the late afternoon.
you say you are depressed,
when only for you you worry,
i say i am stressed,
sick, tired and in despair.
i'm lost in this city
late for submission of the pile of projects on my desk
i've got bossy bitches to face
time would kill me if i ever go near the telivision.
i dream yes...but on a quater everynight.
i worry for me....
i worry for time...
i worry for money....
i worry for you.
But i'm still living.
I'm not giving in
But you...
You're giving in
to yourself.
you can't control your body
cuz now your body controls you.