It tasted like honey,
sweet and sad,
how can how can this be happening,
is it really money,
good and bad,
hold my hand,
taste the sun,
in colors gold, and I’m mad,
no more joy,
fun is dead,
a place where every goddamn soul is simply glad,
I need water,
I need rain,
No more shelter for me,
No more shelter for my brain,
What’s the point of everything?

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