What is wrong
Why don’t you belong
Why do you think that way
What is it you can’t say
Are you even trying
Or are you just lying
Why can’t you see what you should do
Why don’t you know that there’s only you
Why hasn’t your brain clicked into place
You're gonna be the one losing this race
Why can’t you be like others or even better
You can’t just want to be a jet setter
You're never gonna get anywhere acting like that
You have to work hard for what you want
And that’s that
Stop feeling sorry for yourself and make others proud
You don’t know what to do, no your not aloud
Simple work, and work hard until you die…
Why?
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