This is a song I wrote, it's called: Trying to be good. The lyrics are right here, read along if you like:
I feel like laying down and ,
Play my guitar, for the rest of my days.
But who will pay my bills,
I have to accept, I gotta work for my cash.
Sleepless nights come unexpected,
Running away, from study and games
Weary from a weary night,
Morning again, I hear the rain.
I wish I had a woman,
As sweet as you, you all the while.
I'll see where my feet take me,
Down on the road, of time till I die.
When will my chains be broken,
Tell me how, what am I to do.
Cause I can no longer keep
hanging around, trying to be good.
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