I have everything some people would kill just to get,
And I think of all my things, and the people I have met.
I look around, and I have what it takes to be glad,
But inside there lies an urge, a feeling somewhat sad.
I want to break free, forget about it all.
Despite of what I have, I am on the break of fall.
Happiness is not easy, when you have all these things,
One is not good at appreciating what this life brings.
Myself, I don't enjoy my life, I hate it way to much,
I don't even appreciate the food I get and such.
I look down at my plate, and think, of all the other men,
Those who have no food at all, starving once again.
I wear my clothes, to protect myself, from the wind and the cold,
And think of all the others, who live their life in the search for gold.
Why can't I look around, see everything and appreciate,
Why can't I see it all, and love my fortune fate.
Why do I have the urge to leave it all and say goodbye?
Why does this voice in my head, tell me to spread my wings, and fly?
