I made you go bankrupt. I made you reach the bottom. I made you give me everything you had and now you finally have nothing. Nowhere to live. But they, you still have a nice salary. Work harder. Earn more. Because your obsession towards me isn't stopping. You will do your best to make even more money for me, because you can't stay broke. You can't be there, because you know I'll throw you and forget you immediately, once you stop sending.