In a world so bold and shining with great things
I am sitting on the ground
Happy people with materialistic ideas
But I don't like to have a lot of things
I see you with your new handbag I hope you can fit everything you love in it
While I sit here on this cold ground empty handed
Nice clothes and enthusiasm
While I'm here holding my legs to my chest wondering why I can fit
Good job and good benefits
Is it really worth the pain and suffering that I go through every day
You seem like your mind never has anything in it
But in mine comes mental illness, I can't contain
Working every day you seem fine
I might have to call it quits
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