You feel like shit once more Jealous of someone's success like before.
These bright scenes of a stranger's life
Make you cry from self-pity and strife.
Don't say you don't want success Don't say counting money's a mess. Come on, admit you'd sell out whole
For one day of luxury, body and soul.
Come on, admit you want the money
Come on, admit you want the power Tired of being nobody, a wallflower You want it all, everything this hour.
You come home to your flat at night
Cheap food, videos in phone light.
Someone’s dancing on a yacht with hoes
He’s riding the wave — while you drown, and no one cares.
Morning comes, your face full of hate
You put on a mask, seal your fate. But your skin reeks of shit and decay.
You're rotting inside and you look away.
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