Suddenly I stood outside
With a box of papers and what was left of my pride
For months I dreamed of a glorious goodbye
I would give you all the finger and see tears coming to your eyes
Years of disrespect and then you'd realize
Now I'm fired and I've learned
I don't feel any need to watch you burn
It's a waste of my energy and I've learned
Chances are often disguised as hard work
So whenever I want it to it can be my turn
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