Who Stole the Money
A bag containing money and a passport goes missing
the money was a gift that had just been given
years went by then within my vision
my passport spawns in the room you’re living
If it got there then the money did too
mystery solved the thief was you
you stole that gift from your parents room
but with my passport from me I presume
A selfish side of you prepared to steal
taking what appeared to be mine
are you actually serious and for real
fake friends like you get left behind
Narcissistically lying and selfish
perfect in your mind like no one else is
but I think you might just be helpless
think you’re king you ain’t no Elvis
And my absence is explained as mental
like you’re kind caring and oh so gentle
trying to look broad shaped like a pencil
existing in a very lonely social circle
because even if the lie’s believed
you appeal to nobody
so celebrate your victory
you might have won but you’re still lonely
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