Caprichosa
Another day,
I just want another day.
So little time,
So much I want,
Do I want too much?
Can I have that much?
Caprichosa, Fussy girl.
friends joke, poking fun
At my spoiled youth,
Every joke has a
String of truth
Laugh it up, I say…
I know what I want,
What I deserve -
and What I don’t,
What I aspire to
That’s all you need,
All you need to do
Can I live like this?
Mama, don’t worry me
I’ll find a way -
If I see MY way of life
Really isn’t the way
Never worked a job, I say,
In this harsh world today,
Just like the cynic said,
Just like the cynic said,
He survives - I’m dead.
My Heart in my throat,
My Hands in the dirt,
Scared as hell,
Can you tell?
My entire life
I had it made...
Daddy, concern in your voice
Makes me afraid.
What I would do
for another day,
Before everything
is taken away
…taken away
I’ll take it back
It’s what I want,
I want a lot,
My want, my work
It’s all I’ve got
It’s all I’ve got.
All I’ve got.
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