Letras
This world of illusion that we're living in
Chooses those who lose and those who win
If you were my brother, it wouldn't be OK
To see you begging on the street today
When I catch myself complaining how hard life can be
All my trials are first-world problems
So many would trade places with me
Living in the darkness, unable to see
Puts me to shame
With my first-world problems
I'm living in the modern world
With more than its fair share
We turn our heads away from those out there
The dice were rolled when I arrived, landed on my feet
Walking by the cardboard hotels on the street
This feeling overwhelms me, I'll do what I can
All my trials are first-world problems
So many would trade places with me
Living in the darkness, unable to see
Puts me to shame
With my first-world problems
With my first-world problems