Money? Possession? Obsessions?

Inspired by a song by Papa Roach, I think you can guess if you know them =P

I can't take any of this,

I can't go around as if I don't know,

Keep putting my life on hold,

Just because you can't pick.

It's simple,

You take a good hard look at yourself,

Do you need money?

No.

But you'll love to have it

Do you need possession?

No.

It's a luxury.

Do you need obsessions?

Maybe.

It makes you who you are,

Doesn't it?

So next time you hold me close,

breathing in a dose of what keeps you on your toes.

You need to step back and think,

Am I really what you want?

Author's Note

short simple and a lil crappy =/