I while away.. in crowded bars...
I live a life of silent greed...
I strive night and day .. an ego to feed..
I listen to my music loud..
from the world outside.. thats my shroud..
i think not for you or love..
but vie for what you 've got to give..
I count again every penny cold..
and can think of nothing but gold..
I spend a fortune to cover my naked..
not a second thought.. for the hungry soul..
I look at myself in the mirror ..
and think of the pounds to lose
but not once.. of whats within..
and how much heart i 've still to gain...
I am you my friend.. I am you and me.