I feel like every door I walk up to slams in my face,
How can I believe in a chance,
When I haven't had one,
I love what I do now,
But it doesn't seem to be enough,
The world demands money from me,
I am poor in funds,
Rich in my memories made,
Day to day,
But I can't do what I want if I stay,
They can't give me any more hours or pay
So I have to say goodbye
Swallow my pride
I have to give in
So I can live
J.t.
This is a small note on me being pissed at the world because I love my job but it doesn't pay enough for me to move.
