Tossed awayDays of glory
Tossed away
Days of glory long evaded
No use asking for change
They'll never make it
So still I pay
For debts that they created
As my years fade
I grow weary and complacent
They've held this masquerade to long
And its time to face it
It shouldn't take three incomes to pay for a room the size of a basement
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