-Every cent generated by the 1983 Social Security payroll tax revenue -money exclusively earmarked for the retirement of the baby-boom generation-is gone, spent by our go..
I'm not sorry
Not anymore
I'm a little sad
My eyes are a little sore
I'm not mad
Not like before
I'm dissappointed
I thought you more
The both of you that is
The rest of you that is
Stood in line
To stab this heart of mine
Your actions were daggers
Your words sharpened the blades
Counting on one hand
Who by my side stood strong and stand
Who lifted me after you were done
I was hemmoraging like crazy
Did you think of me?
I was screaming from pains
Did you still think of yourself
Don't dare call me friend
If you can't stand with me in the end