All I got is a pen and a paper
a washed out dream of becoming a writer
impossible circumstances that’s holding me back
and nothing is my name and that is that
I crawl out of a bed of tears
I put on my happy hat
I play the roll so good
You can’t tell I'm fighting with every breath I take
I go to work each day
I come home as a slave
I'm invisible to the world
I’m not it as a friend and little did you know that’s how I feel
you see me on the outside the inside is left out my life is crumbling
from within I’m doing my best to stay alive
money is a problem daddy drinks it true
and everything I hope for is nothing nothing to you
on a dollar bill it says in god we trust so that's what I’ll do
trust and leave it to you