At 18, I had pennies, but money didn’t make me bold.
At 20, I had hundreds, but then I met him and was found.
At 21, I had thousands, but all I wanted was to be bound.
At 23, I had dollars, but life changed and made me rich.
At 25, I had hundreds, but it wasn’t enough to stop my killing itch.
At 27, I had thousands, but my reputation didn’t set me free.
At 29, I had millions, but I met her and could finally see.
Money is what guided their separate fates. And money is what ultimately destroys them.
She was poor.
He was rich.
Together…they were bankrupt.