|Posted by Andrea on May 7, 2011 at 3:18 PM|
Problems are what only came
Loosing everything through the years.
Nothing resolved, with all the same.
Being grown up; holding back tears.
Money starts to just disappear
As I have absolutely no place to stay
I wish my losses would just reappear
Because it'd be so hard to go away.
I end up on the crowded streets,
With my whole family suffering.
Freezing and begging for sheets
Over those extra sweets and treats.
I must somehow repay my debt
Since I used the money I never had
On stuff I wasn't forced to accept,
But the temptation was driving me mad.
I guess money really is a drug,
That is why people choose to mug.
But it isn't everything, only something
That to other things is close to nothing.