A Normal Life...

Eleven fifty five, three hours to go,
get myself to work, love it.
gotta do the right thing, gotta go earn some money,
feed the family, feed the dog and the cat, feed our desires, our wants.
Yep, living life,
it`s great, being controlled, dictated to.
Nothin better, feeding my family, feeding our desires.
I wouldnt want to live in a world that revolved around goodness,
pure love and basic needs would I?
I much prefer selling my soul every night for some cold hard cash,
you know, for our wants and desires?
Yep, this is the life for me.
I only get to see my partner a few hours a week, in between seeing my daughter and procrastinating over a few bars of music filled with good intentions.
Yep, this is the life for me.
Who would want to just simply "exist" and get their fulfillment from just their family and their music with good intentions?
Who needs the free time to lay on the grass with their amazing little girl and look up at the sky, carefree.
As long as we have money for nice things well be ok.
When all is said and done, and I come to the end of my time, I can say to myself, I did it all for my daughter.
I pass it all down to her.
This "knowledge", this cursed wisdom.
I know what its all about.
Theirs no other way.
No room for anything else.
You only get one life.
May aswell spend it being a slave.