See the whole picture, and read the subtext.
I don’t know what they’ve got planned for me next.
When have they ever been honest before?
When are they going to show me the door?
I’d like control over my destiny.
I realise that no lunches are free.
They hold all the cards, and they enjoy that.
I think it’s unfair, and that’s where I’m at –
Not that it matters what I think or feel.
I’m a file number, but not someone real.