Daddy hates his job even though
He makes a lot of money for us.
He comes home every day upset and I
Just don’t understand why
He’s still there.
Never been poor, never struggled like
Lots of people I’ve met but I think
I wouldn’t have minded
As long as I’d been younger.
Now it’s useless to wonder.
I am too old, too used to spoiled, rich,
Supposed to be happy. But I don’t know
Why
He’s still there, still crabbing
Still “I’m gonna die early because I am
So stressed from
Working at that god aweful
Job.”

I never stayed a day longer
Then I had to at jobs where I was
Unhappy.
I don’t always get my new
Clothes, own car, own place with my
Own money, but
I think I’m happier
Then my father.