Until you've worked enough to never feel remorse.
Well you can work yourself or you can work your horse.
That the world's a mess and we've all run our course.
When the word comes through from some omniscient source.
How it could cost so much to sell me short.
I can see your point, but my mind can't sort.
When what you saw as south was really north.
It's not so hard to rock back and forth.
Is shorter points and longer lines.
When standing back bit back at me, I realized that all it brings.
I never really questioned why.
You always found a reason not to find out all the little things.
What I make well would make you sick.
It's not so bad, it's just a nervous tick.
I'll have to reassign what I let stick.
If this turns out to be another trick.