fauxcroft

Not for me the factory floor

But the more I fought it, I got more,

Of what it was I did not want

And in the end to be blunt,

I have ended up living a life

That I didn’t want it to be,

But in the end who do I blame

I know the responsibility lies with me,

For not maybe taking more risks

Or for seeing or for not seizing opportunities,

So I’ve trudged through life

Like wading through deep mud,

Each step is more tiring and harder than the last

I should have and could still breakout and make a brand new start,

So why don’t I? I don’t really know.