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I make more then you Your married Get a full time Or go to school No more part time please I work a 9-5 job Every day except Sundays And sometimes a random day in the week I come home and I feel like shit I'm to tired to cook or clean I don't get home till 6 or 7 it's an hour drive to and from work I want to cry I don't have energy to cook or clean And there you are laying in bed I should just act single Do what I always do Look out for me I'm not putting all my eggs in one basket I maybe married But it doesn't feel that way I give rent I buy the groceries I put money aside so he can have gas and a lil something to eat I need gas in my car I need food And I buy all the gifts I don't even look forward to date nights because I pay But I hate staying home I hate just coming home and just being drained there too He can't keep a conversation I'm just drained
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