Words are spoken there's nobody to hear just came to tell myself I'm not a fool I could take the moon and spin it 'round in circles have what money can buy
With all my motorcars and fancy clothes I'm a lucky guy It's cold outside, just maybe, maybe I'll feel the cold
I care for no one, no one cares for me I'll dry my eyes, but through the lies, I'm one of the poorest people I am one of the poorest people I am one of the poorest people who's not in love with someone in love
Sweetest moments, and memories, yeah all the things you'll find in story books, they just don't come true
I justify reason be wrong, must be right For I can have the world and not grow old, and still win every fight
An emptiness enfolds me deep on into the night. I ask myself What can this feelin' be? As I wipe a tear, it becomes so clear that I'm one of the poorest people I am one of the poorest people yes, I am I am one of the poorest people whose not in love with someone In love...I've got no one.
