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I won't write about sex while there's bills due Best bet is that next check But you better cash quick before that APR kills you And my best guess Is its all left for the last sec Cause in some respect it kinda thrills you Living on the edge, no regret That the rents due and those new shoes Were a bad call But you need heels Cause your esteem falls When he don't call But you swear that he likes you Its a cycle It's my life though I need something For me, rewards for being stifled By this job This boss This loss of sense of self since I left help Behind At my parents It's apparent that I self indulge Just a little bit, cause this shit is tough And life's a bitch If you don't go along with it I try and fight against the grain Carve my name Into the tree of life And somehow it leaves My sticky hands empty Sending My sappy heart the message That I'm plenty fine Right ...