Lock-Down Millionaire

Lock-Down Millionaire

A Poem by JessikaEndsley
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This is a subject in my life I really never discuss.

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I don't know how to play

and I don't know how to feel

That might have something to do with these pills

I don't know how to add

and I don't know how to count

So they wrote me off as super smart somehow



Empty eyed bloody wrist Southern heir

Credit card minimized lock-down millionaire

I come from the stock market

There's tinfoil on the windows but I still can't sleep

Nobody cares about the budget I keep

I can't say I care.


I don't know how to work

and I don't know how to love

You don't know who you just took that photo of

I don't know how to sleep

and I don't know how to eat

So they locked me up and I cut my wrist with the key



Empty eyed bloody wrist Southern heir

Credit card minimized lock-down millionaire

I come from the stock market

There's tinfoil on the windows but I still can't sleep

Nobody cares about the budget I keep

I can't say I care.



© 2013 JessikaEndsley


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JessikaEndsley
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Added on May 5, 2013
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