my dreams transformed to plastic
my ambition is a name brand
my goals morphed into rotten carrots
how did i get here?
i've got the girl
the house
the job
happiness is the plastic in my wallet
and it fills its own void
in a numb and static cycle
how did i get here?
a phone call brings me to dirt
nothing my wallet can do
or my clothes or my status
i am an empty person in my empty world
where do i go?
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