Nine to Five


Same shit everyday
gets boring fast
in every way.
Times are tough,
times are hard.
No wonder i find myself
sitting alone in this bar.
Full of drunks.
Full of hate.
But why do I find myself
staying in the bar so late?
Amongst all the pain and the sorrow,
Feeling like spending time that is borrowed.
I drink til the pain is gone,
I drink til I am no one.
Just another weary soul,
with passersby asking why
this lonely guy sits at the bar
til closing time.

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