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What do you want to be when you grow up, kid?
Do you even have hopes? Do you even have dreams?
Or do you just sit around at home smoking weed and watching TV?
You couldn’t even finish college. It wasn’t hard.
You were going to be an artist, but then you let everybody down again and again,
just like you always do. Now all of your friends have big boy jobs and are starting families,
while you’re off in la la land, pretending life isn’t passing you by.
All you do is complain about how terrible your life is,
but you never do anything to change that. You just sulk and you bitch
and you moan and wonder why life has been so hard on you.
Tough break, kid, but I guess you couldn’t cut it.
The world got hard, and you packed your bags and started running.
At this point in my life, I thought I’d be something, working towards my goals
or heading in the right direction.
I wrote this song at least a thousand times in my mind, but I can’t seem to take my own advice.
And all these years, a noose around my neck, the tighter it gets, the less time I have left.
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
You can try, but they won’t learn shit. It’s like my whole life is coming to this:
burnt out, waste of space, never existing.
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. You can try, but they won’t learn shit.
I find myself in the exact same cycle I found myself in ten years ago.
This is a life of regret, and I will ride it straight to my deathbed.
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
You can try, but I don’t think they’ll get it.
When my whole life is coming to this: burnt out, waste of space, never existing.
Lead me to water just so I can beat a dead horse and then complain about how I’ve already done this before. Instead of changing, I’ll just complain instead.
This is a life of regret, and I’ll ride it to my deathbed.
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