I’ll briefly describe the pain that I feel
When I look inside my plentiful bank till

I still face the struggle of giving
If someone asks for money, I start fibbing

Living as if my money hasn’t grown
I’m lying, and it aches to the bone

I’ve thrown it away with most of my play
Hoping the happy feelings will stay

I lay and dream about the wrong that I’ve done
Letting off steam, like a long smoking gun.

I’ve begun to regress my empathetic approach
Stunned as can be, I need a life coach.

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