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
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