Don't yell at me!
I'm listening
Just feeling violent today.
You can tell me what you want
There's really nothing to say.

Why is it that you don't understand
The power you hold in your hand?
You only see what's in front of you
You missed the door you didn't go through

There's not much I can say to you
I'm just trying hard to make it through
There are times I wonder just what am
I going to do

The plans were perfect; already made
Lovely vacations and time in the shade
But what was this that fortune made
Such a lovely gift that it gave
For a debt I have yet to repay.

Things are tight.
Money's not right.
It's getting even harder
to sleep at night.

There is money to be made
There are bills that need to be paid
Tuition that I have to make
All gone; slipping away.

I wish I could wake up;
It'd all be a dream
Something that is made-up
A fairytale meaning

But it is not and this is real
And I will have to deal
The door I take will have to wait
Unused; sitting until I get a break.