"Parasitic boss
Sucks the life and soul from me
Please God, let me die
Gentle Autumn wind
Summer breeze or Springtime gale
Like this job, it blows
Watch the sun set on
Your failing business crop
You reap what you sow
Swift like a gazelle
Consider this my notice
Two weeks and I'm gone
Road beneath my feet
Standing here, but in my mind
I'm already gone..."
Posted at 2:53 AM #
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