Money
By david_brandon
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
- 798 reads
Butterflies eat away at my lungs
Before my day has even begun
I had everything riding on you
I knew I was stupid and thought you were too
Happiness is like money to my touch
Easy to fake and worth so much
So cough up some pittance and make me smile
I cough until I bleed and pass out for a while
Everything has a purpose, even if it is to ruin me
Some think I'm paranoid, some think I'm blind
I really don't care, I abandoned my mind
It failed me first, and in this I swear
One day I'll be dead, with my mind everywhere
Buried my wings, I hated to fly
Like I could ever, fall to the sky
I am just someone, a nothing like you
So end the pretence, before I end you
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