How Is This Me

Huddled tight, coat closed to the rain How did I get here I often complain Missed payments on my house as I was on strike Few months without money. You know what its like Borrow from Peter to replenish Paul Then it escalates, and then comes the fall So now I sit in doorways on old newspaper sheets Day in day out, week after week Im asking for change from these people on the walk They throw me pennies, but don’t stop to talk Im a human being, and was once you Now Im looked at like dirt or stared right through All I need is a chance, someone to give me a break Id like to be earning, not living on the take If someone stopped to speak, and find out what went wrong The nights are cold, and the days are long I used to watch your money, and invest in stock I lived in the penthouse of a high rise block Now I sit in the gutter, and beg you for money People pass me by, and think my situation funny Just give me a job, put some faith in me I work for any wage , just to set me free To show you my worth, my value, my fight But for now it’s a cold floor and another sleepless night