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
