It cuts through my head
I’m empty again
Every morning the charts keep rising
Somebody’s winning while I’m surviving
Green candles dance like they know my shame
But my empty account still looks the same
My friends are laughing, saying they got rich
The news keeps screaming, “Another stock hit”
Why am I late every time I try?
Why do I watch every rocket fly?
Why not me?
Why not me?
Why am I the one
With nothing to see?
Why not me?
Why not me?
The whole world moves
But I can’t break free
Why do I have nothing in my hands?
Everyone makes money while I stand
Why do I have nothing in my hands?
My dreams keep sinking in the sand
My heartbeat screams
It tears through me
Why do I have nothing in my hands?
I’ll turn this envy into flames again
I almost bought, then fear took hold
The price shot up, and I froze cold
The moment I stepped away from the screen
It climbed like a nightmare, cruel and clean
Red numbers choke me, blue thoughts grow
I’m drowning in every chance I throw
They buy the future, I buy regret
Counting the losses I can’t forget
The alert goes off
It’s rising again
I missed my shot
I burn in my head
Why am I empty?
My hands are empty
My nights are long
My dreams get smaller
But I’m not gone
My fear has owned me
My doubt has won
But this is not over
I’m not done
Turn envy into fire
Turn pain into drive
I may have nothing
But I’m still alive
I will rise from empty hands
Why do I have nothing in my hands?
Everyone makes money while I stand
Why do I have nothing in my hands?
My dreams keep sinking in the sand
My heartbeat screams
It tears through me
Why do I have nothing in my hands?
I’ll start again with empty hands
I’m empty again
But I rise again
