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I work so fucking much that I can't feel my soul anymore I make so little money that the basic things in life I can't afford I've had so many loves but never been in love I never had any luck and when push came to shove Oh, we would always fall apart So I'm sorry if I come across as being bitter And I'm sorry if it seems like I take myself too seriously I'm sorry if I don't convey my sense of humor I'm contradicting myself in my own apology I might drink too much every once in awhile Maybe two or three times a week The weeks seem to pass by two at a time And I never move from my seat I graduated with a degree that I can't use Even if I could, I wouldn't wanna I tell everyone I wanna be a teacher And I swear to myself that I'm gonna I set time constraints on myself that I can't meet I swear the ground is glued to my fucking feet And every day I scream Shoot me in the fucking head if I'm not on my way in six weeks Shoot me in the fucking head if I'm still working here Shoot me in the fucking head if my future still seems so bleak Shoot me in the fucking head by the end of the year Oh maybe I'm just giving into my own manufactured fear I gotta get the fuck out of here From Letras Mania