Gone-Amanda Amaya Shaw

Look at all Those fancy clothes But these gonna keep us Warm just like those And what about Your soul is it cold Is it straight From the mold And ready to be sold Your cars and phones And diamond rings Bling, bling Those are only Removable things What about your mind Does it shine on There the things That concern you More than your time Gone, going Gone, everything Gone, never care Gone, be the birds That never wanna sing Gone, people All awkward With their things gone Look at you Out to make a deal You try to be appealing But you lose your appeal What about those shoes You're in today They'll be no good On the bridges You burnt along the way You're willing to sell Anything Gone, with your head Leave your footprints We'll shame them With our words Gone, people All careless And consumed Gone, gone Ggoing, gone Everything gone Never care Gone, be the birds That never wanna sing Gone, people All awkward With their things gone