Who would’ve known we’d create this sordid mess?
Overrated scenes of the wealthy posturing purely for the admiration of others.
Who lives like this?
I’m not a part of this “we” parading around this room.
You can overhear it:
“Skiing the Alps.”
I look into those lonely green eyes
And I see the eyes of a child with a nanny
A teenage girl with a Range Rover
Sneaking young boys into the pool house
But you're 30
But it's just you repeating history.
Growing up in a created misery.
One bred in a mind of luxury.
I want to ask who hurt you.
But I'm the one who's hurt.
For you this is just life
And you know you can't get hurt.