It’s a hard, hard work always having to have words.
Always needing to defend, what to others sounds absurd.
It’s a tough, tough job always needing more, more time
Always wanting to be wanted, always knowing it’s not thine.
It’s a rough, rough day, hoping waiting for the feel
Always a sharp break, when the shock is there and real
It’s a sad, sad speak, when the syllables roll out
Always ready a retreat, upon a pause in the bout.
It’s a mean, mean judge and the jury sits there hung
Always waiting more evidence than what the Counsel’s brung
It’s a stone, stone heart that allows these thoughts away
Always wanting one, just one, just one to want to stay.