One Of The Poorest People
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...
Are all the things you'll
Find in story books
They just don't come true

I justify reason
Can't 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

I am one of the poorest people