I can’t complain
This is the road I chose
I didn’t do it for riches
Or for gold
I did it to be free
But I am still shackled
The anxiety is a constant companion
A roommate I never wanted
I’d kick that bastard out today
If only I knew how
I can shut him up for a minute
But I know he’ll be back
The next time I need groceries
Or pull up to the pump
He’ll be back next time I want to buy coffee
Or go out on a date
And he’ll definitely be back
Next time I want to buy weed
To ease the stress he’s caused me
Why don’t you just kill him?
Get rid of him once and for all?
The good for nothing son of a bitch
I tried
But I can’t kill the fact that I need money
That bastard just won’t die
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