Can’t stand it anymore
So dirt broke
Can’t afford to build a life
Too ill to work
Too busy to work
Too many failures
No chance to succeed
Nothing going right
Why is life so God Damn hard?
I scream to God to help
He doesn’t say anything
He makes it worse for me
Nothing goes right
My little ray of hope
Goes like suicide
No ray of hope
Such a difficult life
I’m a young man with nothing to show for it
I can’t live like this
God doesn’t listen
I hate being skint
I can’t afford to make my dreams come true
I am trapped in the life of no speech
No chance to succeed
I don’t want your handouts
I want to make the money myself
So here I go
Spending more money than making
Nothing going right
I say to you Lord
Why have you made life so God damn hard?
Tiffany's rare creation is
an awesome three stone ring,
which a lucky girl proudly wears
strolling down 59th Street;
and why was she so humbled
when her fiance proposed?
He wasn't the handsome Prince Charming
offering her a castle with chests full of treasures,
only a simple life of pleasures: promising
faithful love; and he didn't drive a Macerati
and owened a splendid villa in sunny Italy...
besides true kisses, happiness was a guarantee!
And she rubs it with a gentle cleanser daily,
to make it dazzle even more than gems;
oh, how beautiful is the three stone ring!
I waved at them them down Madison Avenue towards evening:
they hugged and smiled in a royal coach pulled by four white horses
that neighed loudly when pedestrains invaded their privacy!
A true princess she was indeed just by feel, not reality;
and it didn't matter how ordinary her life would be...
perhaps she was happy with the man of her dreams,
showing a gentleness not seen in men hiding deceits!
Yesterday I met them again in Central Park...
as they tried to get closer to an adorable lark!