Sad business working for attention is; you never have enough and no one wants to give it.
Is it a public service reciting your lifes accomplishments, is it a private business collecting every compliment but why are your profits rolling out of your skull?
Can you invest it in a life, can you invest it in a dream?
Can you buy away the pain, can you pay off all the shame?
What is the hour when the craving comes for you, when your self esteem begins to run on empty?
Day breaks eyes awake days gone by you remember; life is to distract and to forget.
We hunt again to forget the past and present while we hallucinate the future.
Well wish for mercy but all we earn is emotional debt.