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I can't believe it's Monday again

I sigh and get up from the bed

I dream of freedom but instead

It's time to lead another chore!

The pressure is building up

The yearning will never stop

Why do we always want

Something that's already gone?

Oh, those golden years without any fears

When the world was ours to take

Cold reality breaks the memories

And even though I've got it all

I'm still a slave to my power

A lonely light so far above

Reaching the skies with the high-rise

What will be left to tell of me?

An honored man of society

I sacrificed my family and health

For the business and success owed to someone else