I'm thankful to my Father I'm able to make a living
But what's the point of making something I can't make use of
Can I live
I'm living to make a living
So I ask myself
Am I really living
Doesn't feel that way
Then my weekly paycheck reminds me I am
Life reminds me by sending me my monthly bills
My landlord reminds me by asking me for the rent
So I ask myself
Who am I living for
Living only seem to be for the rich
I sometimes sit in my living room
Daydreaming about how the wealthy live
The best things in life are free
So I've heard
But living isn't one of them
Must pay the cost to be the boss
Work hard to play hard
So they say
Can't afford to live you can always settle for existing
And that's what most people do
Including me
Just to get by
So I ask myself
What am I living for
Life is too short anyways
We all have to die eventually
There's always suicide
But that's too easy
So I've heard
So they say
Despite all my complaining
I'm glad to be alive
I'm thankful to my Father I'm able to make a living