Even if you were a piece of a larger cake
Being passed round on a silver plate
As we all are huddled up
Around the fire to get some warm
I wouldn't pick you still
And it's not like I'm satisfied
But one just take what one can
That's the crazy world we live in

What a beautiful picturesque
A good dream of us in eden
But fast turning into a night terror
With nobody to wake me up
Making me sweat like a pig
Not because I want to
But pencils, that's all we're
Beggars can't be choosers

I **** so much for a shooter
Even though for you I am a sucker
The twinkles have filed complaints
For always missing anytime I aim
Maybe I'm meant to loiter with them
And not be an outrider for the moon
Off they go, smokes and mirrors
You were made not for me