Analysis of Money & Dreams

Im used to having money.
Born into a life that constantly drains from me.
Stuck with the difficult task to build.
But often times, its rock bottom I feel.
Comfortable at the bottom, but i refuse to stay there.
I didnt ask to be born, and its too late, im already here.
Financial struggles sometimes bring forth tears.
A pattern of continually struggling for years.
It cost to be born, die, and live.
Money is evil and provides some to the greatest luxuries and joy.
I wish I had saved all the dollars ive collected since I was a little boy.
But now im fully grown.
With responsibilities to handle of my own.
Too bad money is created rather than grown.
Im not sure why money means so much.
I know that I wish on stars for piles of it to touch.
I need money to continue living out my dreams.
I live beautifully, but my dreams painted a prettier scene.
Money and dreams and beautiful things.
In the center is where id like to be.
Money and dreams, sounds selfish of me.
Ive got a plan, just wait, watch, and see.