Is it the weight of the world, or just the people in it? 
You really don't deserve anything you've got. 

This makes me jealous cos I'm just like everyone else. 
I guess I'm just not as lucky as I thought. 

I am not one to believe in fate. They all say it happens for a reason. 
What might that reason be? 
I don't have to reason with you cos I already know so much about you. 

You are the fake, the undeserving and the effortless. 
We are the lower class. 

Are you ready? Because I'm all set. How can you not see that I'm about to break? 

You think I need your help? 
I did this all on my own. 
So take your helping hand, and shove it up your [bad word]  

I won't [bad word] till you notice I'm deserving. 
And I'm really growing tired of that arms folded stare. 

Who are we now? Where are we now? I guess I'll never know where we stand. 

This ones for the future I can't see forwards for looking back.