To Dust

I don't make no money

I tell you nothing about that ,so strange

I stand here with my tears rolling down

I turn my last note into change

Just one debt you start my day without you here

Point to me , I'll walk away , you disappear

Seems you cut deep, yes you cut cold

I've got nothing left here anymore

But I don't care,

The more I pay,

The less I feel

The money comes,

The money goes,

It's all the same

But I don't care,

The more you take,

The less I feel

The paper lines,

And worlds that are mine

What is this, we disappear

I want you to hold my hand and let go

I can't, I don't want to take control

Seems like you've forsaken up my mind

Crumbling to dust up my soul

But I don't care,

The more I pay,

The less I feel

The money comes,

The money goes,

It's all the same

But I don't care,

The more you take,

The less I feel

What is this

This stumbling

Till we disappear