"my way" by avalon wilson
i don't lead a normal life.
i'm not the type to go from nine to five.
and rarely am i up in the morning.
unless you count the times when i'm just getting in.
i stay out late.
wake up dead.
i stumble to my feet
as i rub my head.
i don't want to think.
i don't want to speak.
i realise the time
but this is normal for me.
and i work for not near enough.
but i do what i can.
and i make do with what i've got.
even though sometimes it's rough.
and the bills aren't getting paid.
but i'm sure i'll be ok.
i've been called a freak and a loser.
i've been labeled more than you could know.
and i've been looked down upon.
cause i don't have my whole life figured out.
i stay out late.
and wake up dead.
i stumble to my feet
as i rub my head.
i don't want to think.
i don't want to speak.
i realise the time.
but this is normal for me.
and i work for not near enough.
but i do what i can.
and i make do with what i've got.
even though sometimes it's rough.
and the bills aren't getting paid.
but i'm sure i'll be ok.
i'll be ok.
i stay out late.
i wake up up dead.
i stumble to my feet
as i rub my head.
i don't want to think.
i don't want to speak.
i realise the time
but this is normal for me.
i stay out late.
and wake up dead.
i don't lead a normal life.
i'm not the type to go from nine to five.
and rarely am i up in the morning.
unless you count the times when i'm just getting in.
i stay out late.
wake up dead.
i stumble to my feet
as i rub my head.
i don't want to think.
i don't want to speak.
i realise the time
but this is normal for me.
and i work for not near enough.
but i do what i can.
and i make do with what i've got.
even though sometimes it's rough.
and the bills aren't getting paid.
but i'm sure i'll be ok.
i've been called a freak and a loser.
i've been labeled more than you could know.
and i've been looked down upon.
cause i don't have my whole life figured out.
i stay out late.
and wake up dead.
i stumble to my feet
as i rub my head.
i don't want to think.
i don't want to speak.
i realise the time.
but this is normal for me.
and i work for not near enough.
but i do what i can.
and i make do with what i've got.
even though sometimes it's rough.
and the bills aren't getting paid.
but i'm sure i'll be ok.
i'll be ok.
i stay out late.
i wake up up dead.
i stumble to my feet
as i rub my head.
i don't want to think.
i don't want to speak.
i realise the time
but this is normal for me.
i stay out late.
and wake up dead.