The Privileged

You live your life like you’re on TV
But no-one really cares about you
You write your own reality
And cross your fingers they won’t doubt you
She said, it doesn’t have to be like this
Yes it does, yes it doesn’t have to be
It doesn’t have to be like this
Yes it does, yes it does, yes it does
When the curtains open
Do you fear they’ll see the truth?
Will the lights burn off the mask
Over the tragedy of you?
She said, it doesn’t have to be like this
Yes it does, yes it doesn’t have to be
It doesn’t have to be like this
Yes it does, yes it does, yes it does
And every morning
You face the day to find
The joy of living
Is what you left behind
If you could only find a man
Who’s not yet dead inside
Maybe you could gut him out
And have a place to hide
She said, it doesn’t have to be like this
Yes it does, yes it doesn’t have to be
It doesn’t have to be like this
Yes it does, yes it does, yes it does
Yes it does
Yes it does
Yes it does
Yes it does