I’m not making it
I think I’m going to die
I’m not getting out
It’ll happen one day shy

One day shy of the
Job of my dreams that coulda
Matched finding the love
Of my life again, return

Yeah, I’m not gonna
Make it, shake it or wake it
This life already
****** me dry, bit by slow bit

I’m laughing somewhere
In here, behind another
Sour riposte
Letter they send me each day

No one wants you, and
Neither do we but hey we
Wish you luck today
And in your career journey

Tomorrow, today
You are not gonna make it
So just go away
Call it a day, go away.

Ain’t it a **** shame
Sure is but for who, me you
Never was gonna
Make it. Joke's on me'n you.


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