I want to be great
But time is running out
Because learning takes energy
I don’t know if I could amount
And breathing the same air
As people cooler than me
With skill and passions
And so much ability
Talent is hard
when it doesn’t come naturally
Thinking is hard
When the weight of the world is too heavy
Will I ever be something?
I don’t really know
Am I content with being nothing?
I don’t fucking know
My chest feels heavy
Full of shallow breath
I could be doing something
Instead of getting more rest
I get existential sometimes
Well most of the time
Because things I can be doing
Feel like a suffocating vice











