oh for the things that money can buy
new clothes, new looks, new rides
the friends and a party organised
some noise some sounds
that perhaps would drown out
how i really feel
this one wish that money cant buy
one desire, for anyone
for that shoulder to cry on
wont you tell me everything's ok
especially when i feel ever so lonely
would you watch and quiet me
when the tears pour, when they fall
i look ahead and i dont see much to look forward to
perhaps just a hand to hold.
and a shoulder to bear these burdens.
this wish of mine, how sad it is
how sad it is.
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