What right do you have?
To talk to me like that
To treat me like the lowest of the low
Simply for telling you the truth
What right do you have?
To behave in this way
To think that you are better than anyone else
Simply because you have taken on a new role
Wake up my dear
And smell the coffee
We have all taken on new roles
But we deal with them in our own way.
You whinge and moan
Saying you don’t get what you want
But if you want something then you have to go and ask
Life won’t hand it to you on a silver platter.
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