Burden

I'm here apartment Four-One-Three, I reach in my pocket and take out the key. I unlock the door, something is bothering me. The room is engulfed by the smell of weed. I look in, and my roomie is high I can see. Judgin' by the red in his eyes, and his shaky sighs. I can tell that he gets high to avoid the responsibility of life. After paying alimony to his wife, he moved in with me. Although, his constant disregard of my life, have been a strife. His lies on what he has been using his check, have made our lives a mess. Can't decide between being a good employee and being a good friend, it's hard having so many things that depend, on you. There's so many things to do, and the hours are just to few. But, life will not let up, no matter where you come from. There's a lot of weight to carry, and I'm not sure that you can express this verbally. But, sometimes you just want to let it go, like Elsa. Every body has their own agenda. Everybody's gotta fly their own way like Delta. I'm not gonna be cliche, I just wanna say, go your own way. Don't let anyone get in your way, say what their gonna say, bit don't let it ruin your day.