I don't make no money
I tell you nothing about, that's so strange
I stand here with my tears rolling down
I turn my last note into change

Just want-ed to start my day without you here
Point to me, I'll walk away, just disappear
Seems you've cut deep, yes you've cut cold
I've got nothing left here anymore

But I don't care
The more I pay
The less I feel
The money comes
The money goes
It's all the same
But I don't care
The more you take
The less I feel
The paper lines
And words that are mine
What is this, we disappear

I want you to hold my hand and let go
I can't, I don't want to take control
Seems like you've forsaken up my mind
Crumbling to dust up my soul

But I don't care
The more I pay
The less I feel
The money comes
The money goes
It's all the same
But I don't care
The more I pay
The less I feel
What is this
This stumbling
Till we disappear