My Future Nowhere
My hands are always full
I don't want to be successful
I don't want that at all
I don't want a big house
Of which I've paid off every ounce
With my supportive spouse
They pull me towards this
So I fall into their abyss
With closed lips and tight fists
Their applause is so loud
That it covers me in a shroud
Where I can't hear a sound
It's what they all expect
They write me hundred dollar checks
Because I'm their puppet
They love me they assure
And I know they do love her
But me, I am nowhere
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