you thought you were onto a winner.

Square peg in a round hole, life lived less with only ticking time slowly destroying your soul. Working weekends and waiting on payday every other day. Living in yesterday wishing today away, only your close to another day off to catch up on you and think maybe you could be something and make some worth, but the dirty dishes always come first. So it's a crime you now pay for your time, leaving you with little worth. Don't see your friends, little amends, and it was your choice for what it's worth. You made your bed, feeling sad as the damp grows in the corner of your soul. Well such is life is what your mother always told you so