The fear

I want to be rich and I want lots
of money, I don’t care about clever
I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and
fuckloads of diamonds
I heard people die while they
are trying to find them

I don’t know what’s right and
what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m
meant to feel anymore
And when do you think it
will all become clear?

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