Song:
There used to be days,
where I'd die for even half the things in my roomMerely cause I thought they'd cure my problems,
all of themA pink hoodie,
magically helping me get amazing friendsCute candles,
magically make my depression disappearNice pens,
magically getting me good marksBut all it did,
magically: nothingI'm so grateful,
but so disappointedI'll always remember,
when I had nothing
because the feeling's still thereMoney or not,
I'm still me
some things never change