Here we go again,
Back at square one.
Told by family and friends
That this time would come.
Job after job,
You can never keep one.
Not because it’s hard, but
Because it’s no fun.
You carry the weight of the
world on your shoulders.
To cope, you keep smoking,
Which makes you look older.
Tell me, why do you push
All your loved ones away?
The people that actually care
You’re okay?
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