Exchange Rate
My TV tries to talk to me
My music tells me I must see
Papers cost more than money
My view distorted with a fee
My friends all sell me what they hate
My life is judged with daily rate
I still believe I follow fate
I’d leave right now but it is far too late
Exchange me
Arrange me
Just show me what it costs
I’m breathing at expense of mind
I grieve as payment for being blind
I spend myself to show I’m kind
My heart I see is lost inside
My boredom takes up all my time
My fear makes things appear fine
I watch and dance and sing and whine
My drugs will show me how to rhyme
Thrill me
Kill me
Just show me what it costs
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