Saturday, December 22, 2018

Under Pressure



It must be so nice to be me.

All I have to do is take it easy.

Even when others starve.

It’s so easy to turn a blind eye.




As long as it’s not me.

I can enjoy my life.

Who cares, really?

Who cares?

Really.




It must be cool to be me.

All I have to do is fake being immune.

Nothing bothers me.

There’s no pressure to act.

We’re all actors, right?




As long as it’s not me.

I can enjoy my life.

Who cares, really?

Who cares?

Really.




It must be so fun to be me.

All I have to do is… cry.

Even when others… die.

It’s so easy to not care.




As long as it’s not me.

I can enjoy my life.





Who cares, really?

Who cares?




Really.