My World, My Words
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There is a hole inside I have tried to fill
And as it slowly grows, it slowly kills
It grows larger by the second, the minute, the hour, the day
It grows larger and keeps eating away
Part of y job is to do everything in my power
To make sure they have a fun 45 minutes or half hour
And to do this I have to reach down deep
To emotions I never had, to emotions that are asleep
I have to give them everything for that short while
To make sure they are happy to see them smile
The parents love it and so do the kids
It makes me feel good to see what I did
Or that’s what I have to show on the outside
Even though in my work I do take pride
But my work takes so much more from the inside
I have to give everything my back, my chest, my hands
My heart, my soul, everything for which I stand
It’s a hard job with a great demand
So I give to them my hear, my soul, and everything else
They take it all and I have nothing or myself
Emotionally I am a buffet for them to feed
But on one is there for my time of need
No one is there to help me out
To help me sort through my fears and doubts
To help sort my nightmares and visions
No one to ask questions to, no one to listen
No one to help my when I’m depressed
No one to help keep my anger at rest
No one to call my own
No one to call on the phone
No one to wipe the tears from my eye
No one to hold me close when I cry
Nothing to fill this hole inside
And as it slowly grows, it slowly kills
It grows larger by the second, the minute, the hour, the day
It grows larger and keeps eating away
Part of y job is to do everything in my power
To make sure they have a fun 45 minutes or half hour
And to do this I have to reach down deep
To emotions I never had, to emotions that are asleep
I have to give them everything for that short while
To make sure they are happy to see them smile
The parents love it and so do the kids
It makes me feel good to see what I did
Or that’s what I have to show on the outside
Even though in my work I do take pride
But my work takes so much more from the inside
I have to give everything my back, my chest, my hands
My heart, my soul, everything for which I stand
It’s a hard job with a great demand
So I give to them my hear, my soul, and everything else
They take it all and I have nothing or myself
Emotionally I am a buffet for them to feed
But on one is there for my time of need
No one is there to help me out
To help me sort through my fears and doubts
To help sort my nightmares and visions
No one to ask questions to, no one to listen
No one to help my when I’m depressed
No one to help keep my anger at rest
No one to call my own
No one to call on the phone
No one to wipe the tears from my eye
No one to hold me close when I cry
Nothing to fill this hole inside
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