This world is nothing but a waste of time, a waste of space,
A waste of a person, I still can’t find my place.
Do you know how it feels to never be good enough?
No, ‘cause you try and fit in, a pathetic attempt, a bluff.
Minds wasted;
The feeling of life is never tasted.
You’re not yourself, and you’ll never express it,
You’re just like the rest, you only make a mess of it.
I’m sick of all these half-a*s followers,
You take your own life away, and just hollow this.
So take a stand, be a man, start a trend.
Or you’ll follow the rest to your grave in the end.
Make an amend, before it’s too late,
You’re the dealer of your own fate.
But societal archetypes make you believe otherwise,
Living your life through a tale of crocked up lies,
Chasing this s**t, will lead you to your own demise.
So don’t trust the people, look at the world through your own eyes.
You’re only deemed successful if you’re a doctor or a dentist,
And you’ll only get to “heaven” when you’ve done your penance.
But make your time here heaven on earth,
‘Cause you won’t see the light when you’re six feet in the dirt.
And there’s really only two paths you can choose:
You can follow your own, or follow the rest of these fools
Because life, itself, isn’t about being successful,
Live for the day, you don’t have time to mull.
Make yourself happy, and you’ll be living the life,
‘Cause at the end of the day it only matters if you’re blithe.