Verse: Verse: I can't sleep in my bed anymore. My home says so little now. Everyone's gone in mind. And I paint myself in a corner. Chorus: You've got it made. You've got it made. You've got it made. I'd love to be you so I don't have to feel this way. Tell me are you happy now? Tell me did it all work out? It's too late. It's too late. But, do you feel the same? Verse: I reach out to you for help. I see myself in envy or do I admire how happy you are? Either way I'd walk in your shoes. Bu (guitaretab.com)