Stealing Bits of Me...
Sometimes it feels like everybody, wants a piece of me
When all I really wants a quiet life and to feel I’m free
Why do people take from me and seldom give some back
They’re happy stealing bits of me, to keep their lives on track.
I have nothing left to give, the well is all but dry
I sit alone in corners and sometimes I even cry
My needs are overlooked and my wishes brushed aside
It doesn’t seem to matter, just how hard I’ve tried
Two types of people will remain, at judgement day my friend
Some who now think they are close, won’t make it to the end
My life is not worth much, if I’m unhappy every day
Things have got to change for me, they can’t go on this way
I am a beaten and a broken man, as my friend likes to say
He’s sees the pain that I’ve endured, in life along the way
I’ve got to find an answer and rebuild the life I had,
The time has come to make a change and not spend my life so sad
Some of us are born to give, while others of us take
Some of us are real good friends and others are just fake
The needy ones are happy, to grasp at what they see
I am just the victim, of them stealing bits of me ...
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