And look at you, standing there
Looking like your better than me
Yea you have looks and money
But what does that help
You were born, you grew up
And you will one day die
So what makes you the better one?
You were born into wealth not love
You were forced to be perfect, not just kid
And when you die
No one will cry a tear
Just look for your will
And collect your riches
And be on their joyful way
I was born as the product of love
And grew up in simplicity
I only had to be me
And not some made up character
When I die there will be sorrow at my grave
And all the items
Worthless to memories
I hope you someday realize that
That is before it’s too late
And you will make the realization
That we’re all equal in our own way
And you’re no more special than I
Or anyone else in the world
For all that matters
