I understand
That ill be a disappointment, in your eyes
And if it were up to me
I might just up and leave
But its the obligation
In the way we're connected
That makes me suffer at your feet
Does it make you angry
When I say
That I won't make it through college
That I don't have a plan or a job or any aspirations
That Ill end up spending my 20s as a ghost
That in the end
I don't want to be anything
I never really had a direction
I've just spent my life
Trying to live in a way
Where I would end up happy
Wherever the hell that is
Cause I'm confused at what to do
I waste days away with useless knowledge
All I want is to live in my own way
But that won't make you happy
No, I'm destined disappointment
Does it make you angry
When I say
That I won't make it through college
That I don't have a plan or a job or any aspirations
That Ill end up spending my 20s as a ghost
That in the end
I don't want to be anything
I'm so sorry
That I won't make you proud
I tried but its not my way
I just can't try anymore
I'm sorry
It makes me sad
To think of how you feel
When you think of how
I won't make it through college
I don't have a plan or a job or any aspirations
Ill end up spending my 20s as a ghost
In the end we both know I won't be anything
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