Do you live in poverty? Underneath a diamond sea
The oxygen that was meant for me is wearing pretty thin,
Beauty (they say) comes from inside, something we all try to hide
You don’t know what’s in my mind, please just look away
Everything I do is for you, and this sentiment won’t do,
But I love you and I want you to love me to
Always I find you there, always I find you there
Look at life bought with a price don’t you find it rather nice?
Shall we all just have a slice and leave it when it’s done?
Or is there more than we see, stirring down inside of me?
‘I’ll only have it, if it’s free” – is my first reply