Try to run through my life
Try to break me down
Try to stop me, weigh me back.
Try to hold me down.
You can take everything
Everything I own
You can’t touch my thoughts or dreams
You can’t have my soul.
Who I am is not placed in all these petty things
So take them, burn them, hell you can have them
Possessions are not me
I am my mind and words
I am more than me.
I am not a shallow shell covered in shiny things
Here are the clothes straight off my back, throw them in the pile
And as you laugh as you watch them burn, I’m laughing at your smile.
You wanted everything thing I had, all my pretty things
But you’re the fool to envy things that have no hold on me.