It was suppose to be for life

Happiness with kids and wife.
It was suppose to be forever,
Like a long and pretty summer.

As the years came and passed,
As the time revealed masks,
Things started to change, to tumble,
Free falling inside a world who fumbles.

Twenty years in background,
And a divorce on the rebound.
Tearing, sacrifices and fights,
Game over, shut off the lights.

Spit out papers of green,
You, the dream machine.
Pay for them, pay for her,
Pay for the past and future.

A lucrative and personnal ATM station,
To feed her wishes and ambitions.
New car, new shoes or new phones,
The sound of cash register tones.

Spit out papers of green,
Accomodate that capricious person,
You'll never be a free human being,
To pay for her, it's why you're born.

Nothing before and nothing after,
Pay for them, pay for her,
You have no rights but you hold no grudge,
No matter, she gets all by order of the judge.

It's never enough, never never enough,
How to support your current life?
She dont care, she plays rough,
You're the dummy, she holds the knife.

Spit out papers of green,
You, the dream machine.
Pay, even if you dont see your kids anymore,
They were filled by thoughts which make them sore.

Now they judge you by her story,
You are the bad guy says their mommy.
You don't deserve to be free and happy
A cash dispenser,alright, but no longer a daddy.

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