Ditsy or dollars?

Ditsy or dollars?
Its true pain inspires my poetry
And tonight I have another confessioan to make.
Brandishing the knife by the kitchen sink Sometimes,
I'm okay putting my life at stake.
Living in an old city that doesn't feel familiar,
Meeting thousands of people, but calling a friend none.
The pillowtalk here is a snob story of sobs,
That's just a night among thousands of one.
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