Song:
There used to be days,
where I'd die for even half the things in my room
Merely cause I thought they'd cure my problems,
all of them
A pink hoodie,
magically helping me get amazing friends
Cute candles,
magically make my depression disappear
Nice pens,
magically getting me good marks
But all it did,
magically: nothing
I'm so grateful,
but so disappointed
I'll always remember,
when I had nothing
because the feeling's still there
Money or not,
I'm still me
some things never change