Christopher Neil - Five Dollars

Living the dream, but it seems unreal.
trapped in-between, the means for a meal.
No... money can't buy this life of mine.
But I need to eat, so you can guess the time.
Yes it’s time to get real, it’s time to feel.
Pick up yourself, cause it’s time to heal.
Put down the bottle, and what do you have?
It’s just emptiness, at the bottom of a glass.
But no worries today, I’ll worry tomorrow.
I’ll worry when I’m hungry...
Hey... ya got five dollars I can borrow?

Christopher Neil

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