Why his words are treated as coming from a crown
And mine with an ugly frown
Why at every tough moment he gets your call
And I am deprived of it no matter how bad I fall
Why when he spends nobody comes to know
And when i do I become your foe
Why he so easily gets the required gadget
And in my case it's out of your budget
Why on his birthday loads of gifts galore
And on mine I get blessing and no more
Why did all the sacrifices I made
Feels as if hardly any difference did I make
Is that because you found me lying on the ground
Or you are ashamed to have me around
No matter how bad you treat
Shall never stop me from achieving my feat
So that my part of happiness comes towards me to embrace
And fulfills my desire to spit on your face