Can't I be allowed
To be a lout?
Can't I be allowed
To be a tutee
To raise a ruckus
In class with my friends?
Can't I be allowed
To go to my past
To be part of hey days?
Yes,
Today I masquerade
To be a winner,
Today I masquerade
To be a winner,
I hanker after
Falsehood and vanity.
Life loses its purpose,
Genuineness whispers
A fond adieu,
Still I raise my collar
With unnecessary smugness,
I raise my collar
Unnecessary smugness.