I’m failing, I’m not fit to live

Barely able to make the different payments,

Missing a few and end up paying more,

I’m failing at life, I’m not fit to live

Thoughts that OK in my mind

Under the crushing weight of reality,

As the remaining car breaks down,

And since I couldn’t afford to maintain it properly,

It becomes more expensive than a new car.

Like I could afford a new monthly payment?

I’m failing at life, I’m not fit to live,

Echos that sting, as I allow myself to indulge in pleasantaries here or there,

Then spending a weekend a month

Without gas and groceries,

Waiting for a paycheck next week.

A frustrating confirmation that

I’m failing at life, I’m not fit to live.

As I look upon the changes I need to make,

And still I spit and refuse to embrace capitalism

I refuse to dress the part, to look the part.

In this bleak arena of weakness and misfortune,

I only have myself, what little is left

From the blood sucking debt practices,

I can’t afford my children nor my house!

I have a decent wage, this shouldn’t be happening.

I’m spending most of my time at a job,

I’m failing at life, I’m not fit to live.

My life goes on, stuck in between trying

To live a normal and responsable life,

Yet unwilling to pay the ultimate price of admission.

Forever on the doorstep, stuck in defiance and frustration.

I’m failing at life, I’m not fit to live.