I pity the pretties.
Because they'll never know natural beauty.
Never knowing their true selves
Just fake tans and boob jobs.
I pity the princesses
Because they'll never know the feeling of a job well done.
Never knowing what it's like to work for something
Just what it's like to beg Daddy.
I pity the plastered
Because they'll never know the meaning of fun
Never making memories to last a lifetime
Just feeling what it's like to be hungover.
I pity the presumptuous
Because they'll never know what it's like to be humble.
Never learning from someone who's better
Just because they think they're the best.