Tell me,
When do I get to be happy?
When do I get to be free?
When do I get to have all those things
That everyone else has but me?
I know you can't buy happiness,
But I'd sure like to try.
Tell me who decides who gets the cash,
And why?
I'm smart enough. I'm good enough.
I even went through school.
I got my degree, worked a job or three,
And I kept most of the rules.
What did I ever do that was so wrong
That I should be left out of the "club" for so long?
Who decides who's born
With a silver spoon in his mouth?
Who decides what nets big
And what goes south?
Who decides who walks a rough and rocky trail
And who rides a first class ticket to paradise?
Tell me who writes all the lies
About love and living happily ever after?
When do I get to live that chapter?
Never.
Apparently.
