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A song I wrote that captures my feelings now at 34 years old.

Everyday feels the same as the last Waking up at the crack of dawn for Another day you're just  throwin' away  For a thankless task that you barely get paid for. Look in the mirror at your reflection  It's no longer a face you'd want to know Skin worn thin and lines all over Your Eyes haunted and cast down The Light is banished from your soul Is this where everybody goes? When they finally start to realize  The American dream is a big fat lie. One told to keep us working  To the point of exhaustion and death One more small cog that's turning In a cold machine that always burning  And like any small part They won't let you forget  You are completely replaceable  This is their mindset though it is terrible  So when you're half way done with  A life that you've hurriedly rushed  You start to…


Everyday feels the same as the last
Waking up at the crack of dawn for
Another day you're just  throwin' away 
For a thankless task that you barely get paid for.

Look in the mirror at your reflection 
It's no longer a face you'd want to know
Skin worn thin and lines all over
Your Eyes haunted and cast down

The Light is banished from your soul
Is this where everybody goes?
When they finally start to realize 
The American dream is a big fat lie.

One told to keep us working 
To the point of exhaustion and death
One more small cog that's turning
In a cold machine that always burning 

And like any small part
They won't let you forget 
You are completely replaceable 
This is their mindset though it is terrible 

So when you're half way done with 
A life that you've hurriedly rushed 
You start to become aware 
That your life has lost its purpose 

So what is left for you then
As the tail end fills your view
Do you even want to keep going
Down such a meaningless path

The same path that lies before you 
So many have fallen afoul 
There's only one place it ends up
A endless sea of fucking regret

But God you feel so tired
And this way is all you know 
It's completely disheartening 
The knowledge that this is life

You suddenly snap to attention 
Resolve is  filling you up
You have made your decision 
With two kids and a wife to think about 

You have to keep on going 
Play the martyr if you must
But you can never tell them
It's just too fucked up

So you head down the trail
To your sea of regrets 
Without a single look back.

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