So you managed to get born,
But since then it's been downhill,
From the greatest expectations,
That the world might have.
You're lounging in your underwear,
Which makes your parents sad.
I don't know why some will win noble prizes,
Others will be cooking fries and
Melting til the sun it rises,
Over the neon sign that says "We never close"
I guess you'll never know,
What's your special purpose as to why you're on this earth?
One last chance to make up for your life.