Depressed, broke, sad,
everybody seems mad.
Gotta pay this,
gotta pay that.
Not enough time in a day,
not enough money in your pay.
Feeling stressed all the time,
not being able to unwind.
All I wanna do is cry,
I let out a big sigh..
I see alot of this I bring on.
Why do I sing the same ole song?
It's within my power to make things better.
I realized this by writing this letter!
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