I live in fear
and worry.
While I'm here
everything is a slight
against me.
Noone to go to and
nowhere to flee
The only thing keeping me
here is money
Tell me all is well
No need
to hurry
But the clock
is ti ck ing
I can't see
what I'm mis sing ?
nothing matters
more
than money ?
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
I live in fear
and worry.
While I'm here
everything is a slight
against me.
Noone to go to and
nowhere to flee
The only thing keeping me
here is money
Tell me all is well
No need
to hurry
But the clock
is ti ck ing
I can't see
what I'm mis sing ?
nothing matters
more
than money ?
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