This story felt pointless, it's so obsolete,
Some pages were missing at the corners, it was just so incomplete.
I smile for a moment till I lose myself,
Been counting foreign dollars, to add a little more worth to my wealth.

They told me all wishes only came from an old lamp,
They told me all dream worths were all wet and so damp.

Darling I felt broke, I never had richness to own.
Just poor me a shot now, I'll go drink all alone.
Light up a dull pipe, with tobacco  to **** the empty atmosphere.
Blow up some puff clouds, try to blow all my problems till they all disappear.

Live young to finally at the end of time. **** how I'll get so old.
Cough out one last breath on this earth, I paid my problems to be sold