Silver spoon fed, sleeping in your golden bed
Life is so damn good to you
Don’t you know how it is to live in this pain?
You don’t care as long as nothing ruins your fame
Oh high roller, you are so spoiled inside your over sized head
Does it hurt when thoughts of goodness are now gone and dead?
Poor thing, money is no problem as long as you got your youth
It’s a damn pity all the crisis’s you go through
Just try to walk a mile in my shoes
Try to climb those mountains that kiss the extending sky
Ride those long roads, as another opportunity passes by
Live for a day
Cry for today
Let the joyous music play
Because
when you’re gone
Tomorrow doesn’t mean as much as today.
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