Are you jealous of me cause you think my life is perfect?
come closer let me whisper my struggles to your hearing

my struggles as a child
all sickly and deathly pale
hopping from one with doctor to the other
in search of a reason to stay

my struggles as a teenager
with no care in the world
peer pressure brought me down
sliding down the cork of a bottle
with a life coal in hand

my struggles for survival
the eyes of parents and siblings
then i knew that at the end of my struggles, my struggles began

my struggles in the office
where nepotism tops the list
where first become last and last become first
cause i have no Godfather only father God

my struggles in wedlock
the padlock i wish to unlock
the weeping and nagging
that affects my hearing

my life is not perfect
i have only learnt to walk in the rain
so no one can see me cry
and laugh at the pain so no one can hear me wail

but if you are still jealous of me
and want my picture perfect life
its your cross to carry
your curse for all time.