cubicle

i can't come,

i'm in my narrow cubicle

workin out a life that just runing around within a circle

typing up phases that passes fast

I can't even hav no time to read your messages

You can't call, and I can hardly come

I have a bunch of scrapses there within my cubicle

I really wish that i were at home

but no, all the thing I see is only walls of my plain stressin' cubicle