Why...

Why can't I be out there in the sun?
Why am I in this dimly lit room?
Why can't I be the one having fun
Instead of swimming in gloom?

Why can't I sleep in until morning is gone?
Why can't I spend all day in sweats?
Why can't I play video games until dawn?
Why can't I have seventeen pets?

Why can't I doodle, eating noodles with poodles?
Why does the ground hold me down?
What are the meaning of these silly doodles?
And why is anything brown?

When is the ball and who is the belle?
Why isn't there fun stuff to do?
Why can't I have a golden ticket as well?
I like chocolate, too.

In all of this drudgery of life I endure
Why can't I simply be
Someone has to be responsible, sure..
but why is it always me??