Value

 

Make me scream, make me cry.

Things I feel all the time.

Living in this fucked up earth,

You never know your true worth.

Priced too high, priced too low,

What’s my value?

I need to know.

Putting numbers on people’s lives,

On things that don’t matter in my eyes.

How thin’s your waist? How much do you make?

There’s only so much a person can take.

Swirling and twirling, around and around

Caring about numbers, makes you look like a clown.

I’m getting too tired to put up a fight.

I guess my cost… just isn’t right.