All those tens and eights and nines
and sevens, sixes and fives
Happen to strive
To be close to this position of mine.
And I, I’m so perfect in their eyes
The thought of me being unhappy
Never crosses their mind.
Foolish people thinking
‘How flawless is her life?’
I keep struggling my way
Just to reach those who Ace
Panting all the way
Barely being able to keep pace.
But I, I’m just a joker
How can I ever ace?
I’m just a joker,
A joker in clubs or a joker with spades
And ‘Queen of Hearts’?
Never will I ever be able to take that place.
~words above swords~