The Workhouse

It's failing
Like it always is
I don't know if I can
Stop it

But I'm working
My hands to the bone
And I'm praying
And I'm doing all I can

I'm flailing
Like I always am
I'm not sure if I can
Make it

But I'm dying
Each day I'm in here
And I'm crying
And I'm doing all the things

No place for me
No one wants me
They did break me
Death come take me

Won't you hear me
Won't you hear me



Credits
Writer(s): Andrea Lynn Gallant
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