hairgirl

So, it's my favorite time of the year, I feel like shit, broke and debts are growing, kids want more, more, more. I am not the type to give up easy, and I am trying to keep a little sanity, but it is getting harder and harder to hold on.

A reflection stares back at me
The empty vessel I created
Things are not how they used to be
The familiar face has faded.
Busted , yet not broken
A fading light struggling to stay lit
Looking for a kind word spoken
Cuz, lately I don't give a shit.
Stripped of my life, and left to play puppet
To a world unknown and unfair
I wanna be back on my Lakewood pulpit
And do some some fucking hair.