Wish I had a shoulder
Just one, that's not my own,
that I could cry on. when
I'm angry and fed up sometimes,
but I'm alone most times.
My eyes burn from my ceaseless tears on the inside from the stress, the headaches, and the worrying.
Wish I had an arm,
Just one that's not my own,
to hug away my Financial pain and anguish, It is easy to tell a man how best he can carry his pack. But no one can rate a Burden's weight
Until it has been place on there back.
but these no one i can find,
cause I'm on my own most times. And I know it don't come easy I wanna be with somebody who can share my ups and downs for I'm on my own most times
With is no shoulder to cry on