Every day I sit down and count.
I learn it to become an accountant.
I never wanted to learn it to much.
I never wanted to become an accountant.
I walked up to my mommy and said,
"Mommy, i want to be a zoologist!",
"Why not doctor? Zoologist is no real proffesion.
You'll spend your whole life caged in zoo
You'll get older, wiser. We'll talk then."
That's not true. I didn't know that jet.
One day, not so long ago,
I walked up to mom and said,
"Mom, i want to be a pathologist!",
"Why not something business related? You're never get to medical school.
Even if, you'll spend your whole life cutting corpses.
You'll get older, wiser. We'll talk then."
But that's not true. I didn't know that jet.
I want to walk up to mother and say,
"Mother, i want to have a coffeshop!",
But i know what mother would say,
"Why not an accountant? You'll never suceed otherwise.
And even if, you still wont be enough.
You'll get older, wiser. We'll talk then."
That's not true. I know that now.
But i don't say anything.
"Be an accountant, but you know,
It's your choice in the end."
But all the choices are well past me.
And i am still, not enough.
And in the end we still didn't talk.
And in the end i still sit
With hope that, one day, i'll become an accountant.
With hope that, one day, mommy dearest,