40 Hours A Week

I'm fine until I leave that place

And then all I do is cry

I sit and talk to my friends all day

But when I leave I don't know why

How come when I leave I want to drown

With the sorrows of the day

And how come I'm fine when I'm alone

And nothing I'm forced to say

I'd rather live my life online

Than be with people 40 hours a week

I'd rather be without any person

Than to be close and show that I'm weak

It's like a curse every time I'm there

When I'm there I swear I am fine

But when I go and sit snugly at home 

I find I can do nothing but whine

The people forget me 

The words that I say

 They forget what they told me

And then go away

They leave me and run off

To others they go 

For then I am lonely

 And no one can I show

I pick up my face

And pretend to be fine

Although does it matter?

Who cares of this mind?

This wicked old place 

Is a curse to my head

It puts all the pressure on people instead

Instead of my patience

My happiness, my word

The people are making me

An emotional soup they can stir

My emotions are fine 

Until the end of the shift 

And then I repeat all that happened

And my safety, it drifts 

And now I am back

I am back here again

Of course I am happy

Why the look my dear friend?