Hard Times


Hard Times
happen.
Feel like dying
while your neighbors be laughing.
Hard Times coming
each and every day.
Friends keep their distance
they don’t know what to say.
‘bout your Hard Times
Hard Times

Hard Times,
no salvations.
Collage of comfort foods
and self-medication.
“See a Shrink”, most advise.
Then wind up on Lithium and Zanax,
keep you lookin’ alive
through your Hard Times.
Hard Times

Survive on street bred instincts.
Anchors away!!!
Best friends sometimes just run and hide,
Either that or they got too much shit to say.
Divorced from moral compass.
Aint no telling what my troubles is.
Emotional wreck, oh what the heck,
You’ll forgive,
if I can only simply live
through these Hard Times.

Hard Times

-All Lyrics by Bret L Thompson, ASCAP. © Keep Your Filthy Mitts from my Publishing Co.