Fortunate To Be Unfortunate
Flattery is a word
From a rich man's world.
Swaying away with fancy,
Greed is all they breathe.
Their hearts are made of diamonds
And cold as ice with a deadly soul.
They live in a world of obsession.
They do not feel, they do not care,
They do not know sympathy
But I do. And I am fortunate
To be unfortunate.
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