I would say she has it all.
The money, the beauty, the heart,
the brains.
No worries to keep her awake at night.
I would say she has no troubles.
The smile, the grades, the future,
the job.
No heartbreaking affaires that give her fright.
I would sing about her perfect life, about:
The sunshine, the wealth, the house,
the future.
No darkness without a light.
I would write a poem about her sunshine days.
The hair, the eyes, the friends,
the status.
But now no more lies...
For all she is, all she has, all she will be,
she said to me:
"You don't know half about the life I lead. All I want is to be free, like you."
Never thought she felt miserable too.
- For all those out there who think someone else's life is so much better, like me, it's not... -