Failing Type of Guy

Failing Type of Guy                              November 19, 2004

I worked so hard, day and night. 

Didn't get any rest, and it hurt my sight. 

I thought it was enough to get me by, 

But apparently, I'm just a failing type of guy. 

Sickle and hammer, I worked for the man, 

Worked to put gold pieces into the collective pan. 

Others I see are getting themselves a piece, 

But I'm the failing type of guy, a title that'll increase. 

I feel denied. I feel rejected. 

What a terrible feeling it is to be dejected. 

All they ever told me to do was keep my eyes on the prize, 

But I'm the failing type of guy, the prize was too great in size. 

I can go home and cry to my mother. 

Who else would I see or touch? There is no other. 

I suppose it's all I can do to sigh 

Because I'm just a failing type of guy