>you don't got the looks
>you don't got the money
It's seemingly all about the money.
>you don't walk blind like them
>you don't walk in the world like them
So detached from people yet there's odd folk.

You ever have a hand full of coffee beans and smell their scent? Or pass by a lilac tree and smell its scent? I can imagine a fine woman naked in coffee beans, or covered with the petals of lilacs.

But love is dead to me, who am I?