Money is such an issue
So much so I may need a tissue
As I try to make good grades and pass my classes
I have to worry about the assets that I can grab at

I seem the happiest when my bank account is above zero
But as soon as I know that I cant even buy myself food
My self esteem plummets like my elo
And just like that I'm a shut in
Away from the world and stuck in my mood
I can ask for help if I want
But my pride tells me I can make it of I hold on
As my nourishment begins to dwindle down
I just sit in my room and frown


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