Drowning

All of my bills are piling up
there's a new one every day.
Another rubber check dispensed,
to a debtor I can't pay.

The stack is getting higher,
now the coffee table's gone.
Bill collectors keep on calling,
so my ringer's not turned on.

There's more here than I can handle,
I haven't got a prayer.
I sit alone in darkness,
thinking how the world's not fair.

My job is going nowhere fast,
my advancement's hit a wall,
standing on the edge of failure
trying desperately not to fall.