Work/Life Balance

You wanted me in early today
It takes more time to earn less pay
I’m working harder than yesterday
My social life has melted away

Away

Sometime I can’t feel my face
At home I feel out of place
The only feeling left is rage

My rage

The headache’s getting worse every day
Neon is turning me grey
So sick of lies you send my way
Shut up and hear what I have to say

To say

There’s nothing left we can see
No more fire inside of me
Your bullshit rules can’t hold on to me
One bullet left and it comes to me

Watch it come to me

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