I never really cared about stuff
It’s nice to have
But I can never seem to hold on to it
I always end up selling it
To pay the rent
Or the electric bill
If I had one wish
I don’t think I would take the million dollars
I’d ask for inspiration or piece of mind
Maybe hope or a new beginning
But not stuff
I’d just end up selling it
To buy some time
To write a stupid poem like this
Or a song that no one will ever hear
I’m a fool
And fools don’t have any stuff
Ask anyone in the hospital dying
Fools don’t hang on to stuff
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