Desperate

I'm starting to feel like I'm losing control,

Feel like I'm in an eight foot hole,

Can't get out,

She says she doesn't mind that I'm out of work,

But I need gas money to make us work,

Over 20 Resumes sent out,

Not one reply, no work, no doubt,

In this economy, even my own country,

My career, my duty to the crown,

70,000 people,

Lucky ones, who won't quit

Therefore, keeping me out of the enlist,

Shoulders blown, completely fucked,

Guess I'm runnin' outta luck,

Police Recruiting, give it a shot,

Surgery needed says the doc,

Now I'm looking at my savings,

As it starts to dwindle out,

Praying for another job,

Hoping my time does not run out,

This girl means so much to me,

But I need the work,

I spend sleepless nights,

Trying to make everything right,

so I can live another night