What I want is a thing of the past
Flying on a breeze that will not last
Staring at those numbers, simply aghast
It’s no wonder that I’m feeling surpassed
Another day, another way to fall down
No longer concerned with whether you’re around
The issue at hand is those numbers below ground
It’s no wonder I just want to be found
With a new beat playing, it bears repeating
That I would kill for a promising meeting
The digits choking me have got me weeping
It’s no wonder my will is rapidly fleeting
They say I’m going to make it big one day
That is if I have enough, for it, to pay
The zeroes amass and force it to their way
It’s no wonder I have nothing to say
Waiting for the day I can finally lead
But for the time being I’ll beg and plead
For these numbers to stop embellishing their greed
It’s no wonder I can’t get what I need
Watching those who just keep taking more
And those who are comfortable being whores
And those not concerned with any number of chores
It’s no wonder I can’t get up off this floor
What I want is a thing of the past
Cataclysm of a dream that didn’t last
Staring at those numbers, simply aghast
It’s no wonder I’m wondering how long this will last…
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