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Being hot and cold at the same time,

I'm feeling Lukewarm, because I've been left behind,

Hot is for the sun that beam rays on my head down to my back,

Cold for being abandon, lost,empty and don't know what's next,

Mistreated like I'm a slave

Only working a 9 to 5,  getting paid minimum wage,

I need to make a living, how? When I'm under paid

Now when I quite or get fired, you slander my name

Yet I still smile with no shame,

You are not the one to blame, even suicides have the right to go bang! bang!

One to heart, maybe one to the brain

my living situation can drive you insane,

And without a foundation how can I maintain?

I filling like a can of propane, burning in he'll

Been laugh at, pick on, homeless for so long

Now who do I tell, and if you think I'm lying, this isn't a tale

Now I have to turn to my kids, and tell them daddy probably failed

I see they tears, and hear their voice,

Now I have no choice, but to turn this into a fairytale.