Work yourself To Death
Work Yourself To Death
I have known you for a while.
Sometimes you have to work out of town.
I know that you need rest.
Your job will work you to death.
I have been down this road.
You deserve a break, you know.
I’m not sure how to ask you out.
This job will put you under the ground.
Our occupation is unforgiven.
You work more than me, no kidding.
I would give you a hug if you let me.
You need time off because you're always on your feet.
The high and mighty don’t appreciate you.
Throw your hands up and say your through.
You need a place to escape.
Far away from this place.
One day you might find someone.
He could be at home waiting for ya.
You can’t work forever.
I would hold your hand with no pressure.
You don’t owe them anything.
I’m sorry that you have so much on your plate.
Roses are red,
Your smile is beautiful.
I would give you rest,
Under the moon.
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