Money In the Bag

A present for your mum and dad was one they never had the money that was in a bag that you thought you would have How much did you take that found upon their bed did you feel like you were great what went through your head? The bag containing money contained my passport too we never found the money but my passport we did do The money had been spent all of it removed but the passport never went turned up in your room Stolen by your hands from the house in which you grew all simply by chance when it was found by you Stealing from your family the gift given by mine no sense of morality taking what you find And if you steal from them what they have in their home then you will steal again from anyone you’ve known The gift that showed humanity working truly at its best was ruined by your savagery you made the best depressed I know you can’t be trusted you’re a very selfish guy even when you’re busted you stick to your lie Always blaming others thrown under the bus your sisters and brothers everyone you crush You never keep your word it is always about you yet feel that you deserve to be celebrated too My friend not worth knowing doesn’t tell the truth the lies just keep on flowing my friend you have no use And everyone believes them thinking they are true and as I’m never speaking all they hear is you Now within their judgement I’m seen as what I’m not it’s too late to prevent opinions they’ve now got So people think I’m weird are never asking me Know not how I appeared or who I truly be And you appear a saint they’re in for a surprise one I could prevent I’d rather they realise