You

You gave me a life

Took away my soul

‘ll be happy you said,

Look, of me, what you’ve made

I ain’t no horse to race like this,

Small joys you’ve made me miss

I got it all I thought, but I got nothing;

I yearn for more, don’t know where I’ll put it!

I came to go back I was so sure

You got me stuck here with all you had to lure

I stand here stranded; and it’s not even a crossroad

All I do now is sing to self, this ode

Yes, I aint no one to complain

It’s me who’s made me slain

I will, but, one day, get out of this muck

I will, but, one day, be no more stuck