when you're always asked and always giving
you sell yourself out for little
the take is nothing more than forgetful
and the cold is barely kept out alone
wondering when the next chance to rise
will lay itself at your feet
is like walking in a straight line just because
you think you'll get somewhere soon
the latest fascinations and ideas of the ones you love
seem to leave you in a forgotten pocket
you're needing a wash and some attention
but you only sit and wait in the dark
so you write their letters of recommendation
you spend time and money for their fame
while hoping in vain they'll remember
to pay back your sacrifice someday
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