My life's been spent with money to buy friends,
and when it's gone, back to work to make ends.
Who are my real friends? Who can I trust?
I believe there might be one from the bunch.
My whole life has been long, but I'm still alone,
no real friends, not a single one.
Every time we hang out, then you're gone,
as soon as my gas runs out on my car.
It happens so often, I'm used to it.
I grew up knowing it, I don't care one bit.
That is a lesson I’ve been learning bit by bit,
always struggling to get.
What can I talk about that's interesting?
Everyone else hangs out, laughing and interacting.
I never see anyone hang out for free;
they just came along until the money was gone from me.
Since I had nothing interesting to talk about or to do,
I look up, and they've gone, too.
How do I become interesting? Do I lose weight? Do I dye my hair?
Do I get veneers, hoping to get them near?
I know I pick what I do with my money,
but I'll be with friends as long as I have my ends, honey.
Everyone I know has always shown,
no appreciation for what I can do.
Even the girls online I've met, who say they're my "boo,"
once the money ends, and I can't send, they disappear again, too.
Why do I keep doing this all the time?
I know I choose it, know I'll have the worst time.
As soon as the money is gone, I fight with my thoughts,
asking why everything is wrong.
Everything is wrong when I have no money,
but as soon as I get a little, it's time for fun, honey.
My whole life, I've spent it all before two days pass,
and no one realizes that inside, I'm dead, alas.
I complain about all the things money brings,
thinking of all I could’ve done, if not for these flings.
One in a hundred is the friend you might find,
but after a hundred, you're broke and drained, and blind.
How could I do this? I blew it. Now I deal with it.
All this stress makes me crazy, bit by bit.
Maybe I will change, Monday I'll get it,
but the day that happens is the day I've lost it.
I'll forget everyone's names, forget what I've done,
I won't feel horrible, because my mind's gone.
Maybe that's when I'm one hundred years old,
but that's a long time from now, I'm told.
For now, I'll keep learning and learning until I finally understand.
OSODRAC
