I'm broke.
It is just not about the money, it has so many aspects to it.
I'm broke in a way that my parents can afford it but I feel guilty taking money from them
I'm broke.
I wish I could cry money.
I swallow guilt every time I am handed a note for lunch.
I don't eat. Well I do it like this, I split the money and use the least portion of it to buy snacks.
My tummy tells me I'm not, while my mind forces me to think I'm full.
Because I rather be hungry than feel guilt rushing through my veins rest of the day.
My father doesn't count what he gives, he is a giver, My mother spends more than she saves
And I'm broke.
I don't earn money but I know how much of a pressure my father has to go through.
And every time I order or purchase, I take a guilt trip twice, thrice, till the moment, I cry myself to sleep.
I'm broke.
I can't pay for my friend's birthdays, I said I will but I can't
But I will, in the end, for my position in the group not to withdraw, I'll draw some money
out of my lunch
But I'm broke and I cannot shout it, I only keep it inside my pocket. They don't have to know how I saved up what I saved up.
No one has to know why I'm losing my weight and hair because it doesn't fucking matter.
I'm broke and I cry myself to sleep.
It is just not about the money, it has so many aspects to it.
I'm broke in a way that my parents can afford it but I feel guilty taking money from them
I'm broke.
I wish I could cry money.
I swallow guilt every time I am handed a note for lunch.
I don't eat. Well I do it like this, I split the money and use the least portion of it to buy snacks.
My tummy tells me I'm not, while my mind forces me to think I'm full.
Because I rather be hungry than feel guilt rushing through my veins rest of the day.
My father doesn't count what he gives, he is a giver, My mother spends more than she saves
And I'm broke.
I don't earn money but I know how much of a pressure my father has to go through.
And every time I order or purchase, I take a guilt trip twice, thrice, till the moment, I cry myself to sleep.
I'm broke.
I can't pay for my friend's birthdays, I said I will but I can't
But I will, in the end, for my position in the group not to withdraw, I'll draw some money
out of my lunch
But I'm broke and I cannot shout it, I only keep it inside my pocket. They don't have to know how I saved up what I saved up.
No one has to know why I'm losing my weight and hair because it doesn't fucking matter.
I'm broke and I cry myself to sleep.
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