Working 9 to 5,
You're dressed up in your suit and tie,
Waiting for the day to pass you by.
Staring deep into the screen,
You know that you're in misery.
You think you've got no life,
You feel that you're just out of sight.
You think there's nothing wrong,
As you scream out into the crowd.
Can you hear me, as I am screaming?
I am broken.
This is the letter of my life.
I have pushed aside, all the anger I have cried.
And I have always tried to be
The one who satisfies
And now that I have cried
You will be there to dry my eyes.
I ask you please don't ever pass me by.
Staring deep into the mirror,
You hope that things will get much clearer.
You put the black onto your lips and eyes,
Spike your hair just to get a rise.
Try to make yourself into somebody else,
Just to deal with all the pain inside.
But instead they all look down upon you.
You stand up high as you tell them why,
As you start to scream in pain.
This is the letter of my life.