Let me fly
cut through the sky,cut through my skin
let it begin.
Can't relax with rents, and council tax smacks me in the face,pacing floors,slamming doors,not angry just a little mad,just a little sad these monkeys won't leave me alone.

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'Get a job,get some pride'
and let the ******* ride roughshod while they poke and **** and you lay there and play their game,trampled but,
do you feel the same?
You're working now,What the fluck,lady luck ****** out your brains,you're tamed,named on a payslip and one more sunken ship of dreams slowly sinks.

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got to go away,can't stay chained, feeling drained,pained beyond belief,
flucking grief.
but enough self pity,spit it out,
grin and bear it?
I flucking wear it like a second skin,another cut will get me in
let me begin or let me end.