The Cost of Money
More money equals problems
and it's easy to prove
I went from living in a trailer
to house that were huge
but the wider the walls
the more space to feel alone
so I took these complicated feelings...
that should have stayed at home
and project it on others...something I never should have done
The more I tried to hide it
The more clear it became
that the more I tried to fight it
the faster i'd have to run.
So the more you hide your problems
the steeper the cliffs
and then before you know it..
you've slipped into the abyss..
Copyright © Jess Smith | Year Posted 2013
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