I don’t think you know the desperation

Counting every dollar of every cheque

Waiting with baited breath to see if there will be one

Life lived constantly on the edge

If anything went wrong I’d be ruined

I don’t think you know calculating every cent two weeks before it even comes

About the same day it gets here

It’s already gone

I don’t think you know how it feels to count down to zero every two weeks

And then watch it

So quickly it’s all gone

I don’t think you’ve lived like this

I wish I didn’t live like this

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