All the things she sees and for some reason she just can't grab a hold of the truth that life has much more to offer than the tangible. The term "Materialistic" has nothing on her. Seemingly every other word out her mouth is money and one day she had the nerve to play Diamonds "Lotta Money" to me. Was that a hint? Silly me for not catching on. But what am I to do now? "I wish we never loved it"
And now she's got her hooks into me in a way in which I wouldve never belleved. "And I'm sittin here going half crazy, cause I know she still thinks about me too". And somewhere deep behind the facade I truly believe that the word Love is not accented with a dollar sign to her.
Momma told me there would be days like this, guess I should have took heed huh. But right about now I can't seem to echo Carl Thomas' I wish. There has to be a cure for this. Where's the Diddy in "you don't have to call" support when you need it? Smh....
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