They tell you it’s what you wanted, A step up, a big break, So they pinned a medal on your chest, gave you a new title, But the golden handcuffs, they weigh heavy, The corner office is just a glass cage, A bit higher up the cliff. You sit here, showered in glory, But it feels like rain on a tin roof Loud, persistent, and cold.
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