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 ...