Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
The bitch-fest seems to drag on and on
No wonder the soap operas’ ratings are down
Each finds ways to stab their opponents
perhaps until all is completely gone
What’s with the bad blood?
If you only knew
what I've been too scared to tell you,
what would you do?
If I were much braver for what's painfully true,
would you say our budding friendship is through?
Are we in the era of escalating vanity?
So many strike a pose
It’s where anything goes
Once or twice ain’t enough
There’s always that extra dose
You demand
to be the centre of your lover’s attention
as if she’s not allowed a life of her own
It’s the double standard
of the one feeling more entitled
I am sick to death of you
turning her all black and blue
taking over her already tortured soul
making her feel less than whole
I’ve had it with you
Half the sound is faintly barricaded
as I turn to the left
The other half is still safe
as I turn to the right
I fear of slowly losing the ability
Like a vehicle with a quarter of petrol in your tank
or the last 50 in your bank account
Like a tired athlete after a marathon,
groaning at another round
Like an endless conversation
Oh, I never thought
that pretty petite puppet
could stab me in the back
an innocent audience
fascinated by her one little show
When you're gone
I wish for another day with you
Impossible but it's true
No one is ever ready for such news
Those sweet words
are sacred
easier said
than done
even when you’ve promised
that you’ll always be around
Someday,
when I’m back on my feet again
I’ll remember all you said
and how much you’d been a pain
I’ll remember what you put me through
They think her life is always easy
far away from poverty
Spend away and be free
Oh, they have no idea
It’s a hard worker’s earned paradise
