I wish that I could be someone like you.
Instead of being someone I became.
‘Cause nobody cheers when I finish first.
When they do I don’t, or I finish last.
I can’t move boulders like I’m really strong.
With my puny arms and my smaller heart.
I can’t take punches and just keep going.
Not like you. They hurt; gasp and wince from pain.
I can’t tell jokes and make everyone smile.
My jokes aren’t funny, and they think I’m mean.
You are so much better than I can be.
So you’ll propagate life while I die out.
As it should be, since you’ve proven your worth.
I used to dream, before I fell behind.
So when you wake tomorrow, enjoy it.
Because I probably won’t make it that far.
Life has been hard, and I am unfulfilled.
I’ve come up short when you could just push through.
So many grueling tests, God’s mockery.
I’ve grown stronger, but my burden is great.
Have you ever grown weary from the world?
I think inside me is a good person.
But he has hidden from the world’s cruel ways.
My skin is thin, and I’m a coward man.