Everybody is fake these days, but my love for you is real in so many ways. Truth never silenced my hot takes, it's easier to say what you mean than make something fake. The ones who praise your goals, same who pray you take a toll. Everyone wants to make it to the top, but nobody is willing to put on their working socks.
Somehow life was meant for the madness to lap, you trade freedom for a wage gap. Somehow wondering if everybody knows about this absurdity, how replaceable they can become eventually. It's not like we're the younger generation, some of us will die on the floor of the big corporation. There is a life outside these walls, waiting for us to tear down these halls.
