No one knows how hard this is
This reality
No one knows how hard I try
No one knows but me
Staining boards that bite my fingers
For a pauper's fee
It kills the gift I have for canvas
With a peasant's artistry
Sorting filthy piles of books each day
I clean and mend their covers
I try my best to do it faster
Just to hear the high ups say
You have problems listening
You're hardly worth the pay
Your replacement's out there waiting
Your bright thoughts aren't worth anything
They spy Mr. Fresh, the delivery man
And how their anger settles
They steal white roses from his hand
And they make me sweep the petals
Make me sweep the petals
Then they make me sweep the petals
Petras Bixby - Petals Lyrics
Petras Bixby - Petals Lyrics
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No one knows how hard this is
This reality
No one knows how hard I try
No one knows but me
Staining boards that bite my fingers
For a pauper's fee
It kills the gift I have for canvas
With a peasant's artistry
Sorting filthy piles of books each day
I clean and mend their covers
I try my best to do it faster
Just to hear the high ups say
You have problems listening
You're hardly worth the pay
Your replacement's out there waiting
Your bright thoughts aren't worth anything
They spy Mr. Fresh, the delivery man
And how their anger settles
They steal white roses from his hand
And they make me sweep the petals
Make me sweep the petals
Then they make me sweep the petals
This reality
No one knows how hard I try
No one knows but me
Staining boards that bite my fingers
For a pauper's fee
It kills the gift I have for canvas
With a peasant's artistry
Sorting filthy piles of books each day
I clean and mend their covers
I try my best to do it faster
Just to hear the high ups say
You have problems listening
You're hardly worth the pay
Your replacement's out there waiting
Your bright thoughts aren't worth anything
They spy Mr. Fresh, the delivery man
And how their anger settles
They steal white roses from his hand
And they make me sweep the petals
Make me sweep the petals
Then they make me sweep the petals
Writer: Celina Gentry
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