Why I Work

I find that working is the only thing I have left I know this now Because of the days off The days were I find out That I have truly nothing Just my mind with restless thoughts Trapped in a small room I can keep the pain at bay With some music I can play But no one can hear my voice Nor my melody I have money to spend But nothing to buy Everything is of little value And sadly My happiness can't be bought I live in a house with five others Yet they are nothing But shadows of the real men I live with them Yet I live alone When I am at work I can feel alive I am someone in the eyes of a few I am needed by strangers and friends I work long hours not for money But so I can be alive So I can escape from this lonely limbo Because the stress of work Is easier to take Than the feeling of living in pain As nothing I hold on to my job so much I never want to leave And in the midnight hour When I must I begin my drive home The pain sets back in And I start to cry Because once again I am nobody and I am alone