Me and my job
Where equal or were not
You want us to be on the same page but how can that be when you always misread the situation
Just because your pretty doesn't mean am stupiet
For Al this toxic tension ain't doing anybody any good
You see one day I take me jacket light a smoke on my way out the door and that will be me and the front line done
Honestly am exhausted their no more left to give well the powers the be keep taking what's it to be pal
For all the madness the politics the and the egos are just not for me
I don't like the games, I don't like the tension their are no friends
It's always going to be us and them and me I feel numb
For who thought helping people for a living would costs me so much
So forgive my paroind my toxic thinking and over all tone of regret
But I don't thinking were help anybody including are self's
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