What's more priceless:

Having money a bliss

Or losing me in the abyss?

You've shown no effort by being careless

Deep down I know what you'd choose

A pile of money is more important than I am to you

Please don't make it so that I'm the thing you lose

I was sunshine but after you I'm made of blues

For a while I thought I was worth more than riches

But you've hurt me so deep I might need stitches

In rare moments I think you love me, but they're only glitches

Until you made so many switches

Would you choose me or the money?

So please listen to me and pick wisely?

This isn't funny

You've ruined me and now I'm bloodied

You've never made me feel worth more than money

If I was a coin to you, I'd be a penny

While to me, you were my hundred dollar bill a plenty

So stop pretending I matter when you've become my enemy