All I wanted was a second of your time.
A penny for your thoughts?
I guess I’d be one cent richer,
only if money
Could make blood thicker.
Money in my blood, money in my veins,
As it flows I ache from growing pains.
You’ll hold it so close, hold it so dear, you’ll make the unfortunate tremble in fear.
Take your power, hold it high
They ask how you got there, but you don’t reply.
Look at the ranks, slowly climb,
make them hope it’ll be them in time.
You are nothing other than mean,
Say that I envy all that is green,
But my love you there is something that should know, just In case no one has told you so.
Green is not your color. No, quite the opposite In fact.
When you use your power, you’re afraid you won’t be able to get it back.
You are old, rusted, like the copper from the penny that slowly turns green.
You will die, with nothing to show, so what would your life mean?
Green is not your color,
It doesn’t match your eyes.
Green is not your color,
I know there is a kind man in disguise.