Handing in my notice

I quit.
The hours are too long and unsociable
I never have time for myself
I spend all of my hours trying to please another
and for what?
Well they turn around
they look me in the eye
Lovingly
They spit in my face
They look in to someone else’s eyes
Lovingly

I’m done.
I don’t need this, the pay is crap
All of the things I want to do
Maybe if I quit I’ll be able to take up some.
I always wanted to be a rockstar
I can’t play a note
Or maybe a model
If I was a little taller
Or maybe a pilot
If I was a little smarter.

I’m handing in my notice.
In two weeks I give up.
You wont be seeing me around.
Hell! I wouldn’t come back here even if I had a choice!
Hell! At least it’s warm there.

To whom it may concern.
Don’t pretend like you’re surprised
The way you treat me!
You walk all over me and then I wash off the footprints
You walk all over me again
You walk all over me.

One day you might look back at this and think:
He was a good lad
always tried his hardest
more than to be said of most.

I’ll work my last two weeks
I’ll work it with a smile
I’ll work it with a skip in my step
Knowing it is my last two weeks.