I wish money grew on trees
In that case, I would not have to worry
Whilst somehow everyone have thousands in saving, I try not to show my jealousy
To wear a pretty dress and be out late at night
Is the way to cope with my desire
By trying to get people to desire me
Because if I can not have wealth and not a promised life like everybody else
I hope somebody will find me beautiful
So when they use the money their parents saved with a longing for tomorrow
I can wake up in someones bed, and feel like there is happiness in my struggle
Even if it will only last for a night.
/A,M