Diamond in the rough

I'm tired of blowing kisses,
I'm depleted of air...
My lungs cannot support
all the weight in the atmosphere

While I'm always dressed in diamonds
You've got your eye on my pearls
They're not yours for the taking
I only have so many I can give out

I'd like to rest my head on satin
but I guess it's in the clouds
Who am I to think
I should be given anything but filth?