Everyone’s got their own sob stories

Trying to drown em out with a couple of forties

Smoke the memories away

See life through hazy grays

But ya see, some folks

They need more than one tokes 

More than drig drags and zig zags 

And big bags under their eyes

--It can’t all be lies?

    She sighs with the weight of the world

On her shoulders, under hair wavy and curled

Like a flag unfurled, let loose upon society

An unremembered memory, taunting you and yours

--Do they really just want me on all fours?

    Wonders the poor man with the dirty knees

Whose fees go unpayed even though his hands are out 

And his backs against a wall, and still he shouts

At those who walk by, without a hi or goodbye

Without a glance in his direction

No campassion for his addictions his afflictions

his convictions, just unturned eyes full of hate and fear

--Would they even miss me if I wasn’t here?

    Said under his breath, her voice choked by tears

We’ve wasted so many years and years have gone past

Without so much as blinking, moving far too fast

For the human eye to see

So we must just be

Because that’s the only choice

Cause old Willy had it right

In the end, all you gotta know

is

Do you want to be

Or not to be?

Cause really,

everyone’s got their own sob stories