Money and success, a fleeting dream,
Can't buy happiness, or so it seems.
Status and fame, a facade to hide,
The emptiness inside, where true joy resides.
People change, like the wind and tides,
When fortune's smile, on them it resides.
Friends and foes, a blurred line,
As wealth and success, their hearts entwine.
But true wealth lies, in love and kindness,
In connections deep, and moments of tenderness.
For money and fame, are just a game,
And true success, is a heart that's not tamed.
When you're in the light,
You never think about the ones who are lost in darkness,
When you're on top,
You forget all about the people who helped you get there,
See, but when you fall
You get upset when know one bothers to help you up
The same people you left
Are the same ones you need
You're struggling
In dyeing need of help
You wonder why no one will tend to you
...We use to wonder the same thing
O how the tables turn
You're in darkness and you cant see
And now you want help from me
O how the tables turn
I remember how you threw us to the side like trash
Just because you came up on some cash
...Money cant buy happiness
But apparently, it does be loneliness
Good things never last for long
O how the tables turn
When you're in the light,
You never think about the ones who are lost in darkness,
I guess the tables turned
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