Poor little me, I am fighting for my ego.
Why didn't I understood that without money I am a let go?
Poor little me, I am crying for my sorrow.
Without money they are nothing but tears that I'd borrow.
I ask myself, "What is it in this world that money can't buy?"
"Honey, go put on a mask and buy love that will ever last."
Poor little me, I can't even find myself some love to feel the contrast.