She fakes as if her life is diabolic
And hates to see you smile, and romp and frolic
She grabs you from behind by sleight of hand
She is only satisfied when supply meets demand
And you aid and you pray and you pay exchanged
To wake in the morning prearranged
To start back off at where you thought to end
She drives you crazy, your helpless fair timed friend
You try to run but she has you in clutches
You have become her slave, her muse
Her crutches.
The greatest freedom people can achieve, is to be free from the burden of people, so you can achieve.
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