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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