When you fall into your seat you know you feel you might be dying. As the breath rasps in and out of your burning throat. You can't control your lungs because you're so tired. You're half awake with one arm in your coat. Well thank God that there is someone there to drive you. You know you couldn't make it on your own. He helps you through the door. You sit down on the floor. And you're asleep before you are alone. Your life is like a schedule. You run to meet the bills. No one's awake to tell you. Life kills. Your life is like a schedule. You run to meet the bills. No one's awake to tell you. Life kills. For a while it seems exhaustion has subsided. The day is over and the moon is high. But your period of work is predecided. Funny how the hours of freedom seem to fly. Well thank God that there is someone there to drive you. You know you couldn't make it on your own. He helps you in the door. You sit down as before. Another shift to pay another loan. Your life is like a schedule. You run to meet the bills. No one's awake to tell you. Life kills. Your life is like a schedule. You run to meet the bills. No one's awake to tell you. Life kills. Your life is like a schedule. You run to meet the bills. No one's awake to tell you. Life kills. Your life is like a schedule. You run to meet the bills. No one's awake to tell you. Life kills.