I come here every day.
I hardly get to play.
Sitting in my chair listening to you.
While you criticize what I like to do.
You always compare one thing to another.
It really makes me wonder,
Is this what I want to do when I get older?
My dreams keep getting colder.
If I quit, will I find a solution?
This place is full of noise pollution.
Rock and Roll is my passion.
In this place I don’t get much satisfaction.
“I am the walrus,’’ isn’t that a Beatle line?
I just sit here while wasting my time.
Coming to this place is so hard.
All I want to do is rock my guitar.
Gorzycki
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