I have access to a million getaways
But I want to go to none of them today
What's the point of money
When you can't even be happy
I've heard a thousand songs
But none of them could write out what my heart longed
What's the point of these sounds
When you can't even hear your heart pound
I have a hundred followers on Twitter
But none of them know me any better
What's the point of the many stars above
When they can't even light up your path on earth
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
I have access to a million getaways
But I want to go to none of them today
What's the point of money
When you can't even be happy
I've heard a thousand songs
But none of them could write out what my heart longed
What's the point of these sounds
When you can't even hear your heart pound
I have a hundred followers on Twitter
But none of them know me any better
What's the point of the many stars above
When they can't even light up your path on earth