envy.

you'll probably never know how much i envy your life.
Mine's all the flashy superficial crap that i dream and wish for
and get.
while yours is always the real deal, even though they may be smaller things

you may count and find that few girls ever liked you.
yet i have many who never liked me for who i am.
to them perhaps i was convenient, perhaps i was a good listener.
perhaps i was a good tutor, perhaps.

i dont know why it can be so different, 2 people partaking in the same thing.