Must be nice to be you,
to be the one to know what you want to do and do what you want to do.
Must be nice to be you,
to be the one who doesn’t know what to do and still getting things handed out to you.
Must be nice to be you,
to be the one who stands with light shoulders and a soul with no trace of blue.
Must be nice to be you,
to be the one who doesn’t need to get caught on this cursed cue of having no clue.
Must be nice to be you,
to be the one who is mature enough to tame your wet monsoons like it’s nothing new.
Must be nice to be you,
to be the one who already grew a thicker skin and looking at the past from the front seat, calling it ‘something to be reviewed’.
Oh how dare I!
How dare I!
And
It must be nice to be me,
to be the one who thinks the world has burdened itself on top of my series of miseries?
It must be nice to be me,
to be the one who spites just by glancing at what I can see?
It must be nice to be me,
to be the one who lives inside a bubble and too scared to leave?
It must be nice to be me,
to be the one who is foolish enough to always believe?
Oh how dare you!
How dare you!
