Montetary Value
Wanting to forfeit this bank I call life
My back is scarred, being continuously stabbed with this dull knife
Pennies... Nickels.... Dimes....
All add up to one thing you can't find
I'm not so sure what's running through your mind
Maxing out your credit card
Wishing you'd change has become hard
Did I mention, that I caught onto your "intention"?
Spending money was your way of getting attention.
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