Window Shopper
There's a world out there full of stuff that ain't mine and I have no access to
So I stay focused on my small world, me and mine, and do what i do
Every day and night dealing with hassles, struggles, dysfunction, and fear war
My own people who've turned against me, turned their back, and not there forever more
Have now brought the whole wide world into my life of all I do not have and never will
Making a joke of my youth, of my love, and family until...
So on my own, utterly alone, I raise my head to look, see
And the joke must be on me-'cuz this life just adds up to really nothing
Except making a window shopper of me...
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