well, baby, im sorry
but theres nothing i can do
i wish i could change something
so id have more time with you

but the fact is im buisy
got my summer all planned out
and as bad as this sounds
i kinda left you out

my schedule is full
i got work all day
but no matter what
to be with you is what i pray

im soo sorry
but i need the money
ill still get to see you
we still have the weekends, honey

but u dont like that
you want to see me more
and i understand how you feel
but if i dont work, then ill be poor

god i hate to do this
to work all day all week
"this summers gonna be like school!" you said
and my will to work became weak

my soul pours out before you
id do anything u say
maybe i could work less
like only acouple of days

maybe at the end of the summer
instead of stocking up green
maybe i should stock up on memories
i think the truth ive seen

i think that i might work less
i might give up that goal
maybe just 3 days a week
so i dont hafta put you on hold

i think that in the end
when all is said and done
its the memories that will stay longer
and definatly be more fun

this poem is pretty much self explainatory
me and my GF just had a fight, and she left, so i sat down and wrote this, and as i did, i changed my priorties
writing helps me decide things, ive found out
because now i no what i need to do this summer
work less, love more