At the bar I sit
Workday trying to forget
Each day I arrive
In this madness, trying to survive
Hate continues to grow
As the years go by so slow
To brief, the reprieve
As the empty glass I leave
I'll return tomorrow
Trying to escape this sorrow
From this empty life I lead
My angst, it continues to feed
If on this paycheck, I didn't depend
So easy it would be to start again
Unfortunately, that's not the case
Arriving through the door, another day to face
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