Love and Wealth

I hit you up on the phone.
For once you're alone.
Invite you to the parade,
despite our world being gray.
 
Have you wrapped around my finger,
except I don't.
Tell me you love me,
except you won't.
You have no idea how much
I hate myself
for my lack of love and wealth.
 
Right here is where we meet
as I wave to you from the street.
I notice your eyes are dead
as much as mine are red.
 
Want you to kiss me,
except I don't.
You'll fuck my mind,
and I wish you won't.
You'll never know how much
I cry myself to sleep
due to the lack of love and wealth
 
And you say you're sorry,
and that you'll never leave.
You even cried with me,
but why can't I believe?
 
And you said you're sorry,
and that you'll never leave.
I even saw you cry, saw you die,
but why can't you make me believe?
 
Have you wrapped around my finger,
except I don't.
Tell me you love me,
except you won't.
You have no idea how much
I hate myself
for my lack of love and wealth
 
Kiss you goodnight
I won't.
Tell you I love you?
It's not that I don't.
I've realized the hard way
you're not a bounty of love and wealth.

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