First-World Problems

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