Is there something more I just can't see?
  I've been so busy trying every day to make ends meet
  Been such a long time
  Since I stopped to smell the coffee
  Now I wonder can I tell the forest from the trees?
    I know that I feel pride and I know that I fear shame
  I know I want you to smile when you hear my name
  Seems like a silly game
  But I know I play it harder than anything
    I feel alone
  There's people everywhere
  Some of these people even care
  Once in a while you find someone who really cares
  But I'm too busy to give them what they need
  It's not greed it's the fear of failure
  It keeps me going
  But when tomorrow comes there's always something more
  And I can't stop working long enough
  To wonder what life's for
  What is it for?
  Am I just a whore?
  Who am I working for?