Long Way To Go
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
I work hard. Really hard. So hard, I don't recognize myself in the mirror sometimes. There's a certain look acquired while at work. The kind of look that when you're OUTSIDE Of work, your co-workers aren't sure if it's you or not. "You just look so different outside of work, I didn't recognize you." Anyway.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
I think I've gotten used to a certain lifestyle that I don't want to continue. On the other hand, I've had my taste of rewards. For example, last year I went to a state I've never been to before, as well as a different country that I truly describe as a blessing. If I didn't work as hard, I wouldn't have been able to go & take care of the bills as well as family while I was gone.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
As far as being social, "hanging out," I don't do it often. I choose not to. I prefer to spend as much time as I can w/only my son. Ow, maybe my past has traumatized me; in the sense of, I might never see him again, I work a lot of hours as it is, so when you're home, stay home, with him. Now not necessarily at home & nowhere else. I mean, we go out. He loves books. The library & the park are two of his favorite places to go to. Seaworld, not so much. Legoland, he's slept lol.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
It's only the rare days and/or nights that I feel Lonely creepin' up on me & reminding me that I don't have a companion I can rely/trust, that makes me think about my future & where I'm going with the way that I live my life. Should I spend more time with others? Every single one of them that calls, texts me wanting some time w/me I don't even get back to.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
Every working night, I come across someone who is honest & tells me that I have this rough/rude shell. An exterior, if you will, that refuses to be sweet. I'm not surprised, I mean.. They're right. Tf do I need to be sweet for, at work? I'm there to make money. Not to find a man or make a friend. Ima get you your meals, w/extraordinary service & a memorable smile *wink*, tip me well, maybe I'll see you again. That's that.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
I'm so random w/my thoughts, it's ridiculous.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
I just [4:50] got a Bible. I'm out.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
I work hard. Really hard. So hard, I don't recognize myself in the mirror sometimes. There's a certain look acquired while at work. The kind of look that when you're OUTSIDE Of work, your co-workers aren't sure if it's you or not. "You just look so different outside of work, I didn't recognize you." Anyway.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
I think I've gotten used to a certain lifestyle that I don't want to continue. On the other hand, I've had my taste of rewards. For example, last year I went to a state I've never been to before, as well as a different country that I truly describe as a blessing. If I didn't work as hard, I wouldn't have been able to go & take care of the bills as well as family while I was gone.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
As far as being social, "hanging out," I don't do it often. I choose not to. I prefer to spend as much time as I can w/only my son. Ow, maybe my past has traumatized me; in the sense of, I might never see him again, I work a lot of hours as it is, so when you're home, stay home, with him. Now not necessarily at home & nowhere else. I mean, we go out. He loves books. The library & the park are two of his favorite places to go to. Seaworld, not so much. Legoland, he's slept lol.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
It's only the rare days and/or nights that I feel Lonely creepin' up on me & reminding me that I don't have a companion I can rely/trust, that makes me think about my future & where I'm going with the way that I live my life. Should I spend more time with others? Every single one of them that calls, texts me wanting some time w/me I don't even get back to.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
Every working night, I come across someone who is honest & tells me that I have this rough/rude shell. An exterior, if you will, that refuses to be sweet. I'm not surprised, I mean.. They're right. Tf do I need to be sweet for, at work? I'm there to make money. Not to find a man or make a friend. Ima get you your meals, w/extraordinary service & a memorable smile *wink*, tip me well, maybe I'll see you again. That's that.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
I'm so random w/my thoughts, it's ridiculous.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
I just [4:50] got a Bible. I'm out.
"My soul's so cold; Weaken all my bones"
