rich people die unhappy

He looks up at her to find she staring back
 at fingerless gloves, with her fingernails black
 the permanent frown
 that's etched in her skin
 designer bag is fat, her figure is thin
 he says hi to her, she says nothing to him
 she's scared of the outside,
 she's boxed herself in
 to a world full of judgment
 and callous routine
 she forgets where she's from,
 he knows where he's been
 rich people die unhappy
 that's what daddy said
 but I never believed him
 while drunk in the head
 with our television dinners
 and a broken t.v. set
 money makes you happy I bet
 he went on to be famous, got a house in the hill
 very little free time, a whole lotta pills
 that nail polish spread to a
 franchise of bands
 as fake as the X's sharpied on their hands
 bitter as the smell
 of a magazine review
 but he had all the cars
 and the pool and the view
 and as a bum tries to stop him
 for a 5 or a 10
 he forgets where he's from,
 he forgets where he's been
 rich people die unhappy
 that's what daddy said
 but I never believed him
 while drunk in the head
 with our television dinners
 and a broken t.v. set
 money makes you happy I bet