She wastes her days away She sinks her teeth into her dead end job Long since had given up on Childhood dreams All the things that she could have become
Muttering to herself Underneath her breath She says I hope I can make it through winter Winter
And she tries To pretend To believe That she can
He barely gets out these days His body ruined by a dead end job Let go after forty years He was replaced When younger faster workers came along
Now sitting in his room With the shades pulled shut He barely realizes that it's winter
A winner
And he tries To pretend To believe That his life Turned out good
Trying to Pretend they took the right road the path to Doors shut along And failures that have taken too long
