He was once my world
He was the beauty in a crumbled world.
He could make any one's day.
He promised he would fix the world just for me.
but what do I see?
The world is still broken, destroyed, humbled,
for he is a rich man
Making his life on the destruction of our world
He refused to fix what he had destroyed.
And I... I could not love a man
who would so carefree and joyously