Quarter Life Crisis

It began
When I was young
There was no earthly limitation
To my wondrous world so spacious
I had hope, and I had worth
Another newborn workaholic
In this long life of gestation, well
Now let’s be honest
This I swear
This world isn’t what I was told
So be prepared
For illicit futures you’ll never know
Not meant for this world
I think we should go
But I have to be
What they wanna see
And every passing second
Seems like another day gone by
Am I living in this moment?
Or sitting here to wonder
Why oh why oh why
Do I try? Time and time again
Am I looking for atonement?
Or burning out to my wits end?
Now let’s be honest
I don’t care
No one said that life would play fair
And in this remembrance
I have learned
I sit and I stare as the whole world burns
And I have to be
What they wanna see
I’m a tiny hopeless star so bright
And I’ll only know
What «they» wanna show
I can’t think for myself no right
No right
And it’ll end
When I am dead
Will I forsake the life I lead
A dollar short of normalcy
I had a chance
To make a dent
A mistake you’d best believe
A beautiful catastrophe
And I have to be
What they wanna see
I’m a tiny hopeless star so bright
And I’ll only know
What they wanna show
I can’t think for myself
No right
(right, right, right)
No right