Do you glide through your chores and sing for the sake?
Walk on air your heart so light and bursting with love?
Maybe take on each task as if was a gift handed from up above?
Think thoughts so carefree and effortlessly?
Carry a heavy load by way of a cheery smile and glad disposition?
Or might you be the ugly step sister?
Bitter at heart and rotten to the core
Hiding behind riches taken from those who have earned
All the finer things can not disguise
I am true and you are desperate
Fuck off Drusilla
he is mine