I'm tired!
Exhausted!
Running on fumes to survive because it's expected.
I hold a 9 to 5!
I hate my 9 to 5!
Who are you to dictate what it means to survive?
Man...f*** this!
I hate this s***!
I hate the lack of simplicity just to exist.
I'm tired!
I'm exhausted!
All I ever wanted was the American promise.
That dream of a fence and a house with flowers around it.
Instead my dwelling is an apartment;
With rent so steep...