Yesterday I met a man,
who told me what his life was like,
he told me how he once had ran,
from the things that he didn't like,

I see it all the time,
life's little joke,
the way songs never rhyme,
and pop stars end up broke,

today I met a girl,
who told me how she lived her days,
claims of friends all around the world,
and all their dramatic ways,

but I see it all the time,
life's little joke,
the way songs never rhyme,
and pop stars end up broke,

Tomorrow I'll meet myself,
and I'll remember why I live like this,
with out a care for money and wealth,
leaving behind those I will not miss.