Things never go the way you plan
You know what you want out of life but it always evades you
Look at me, financially I could be better off
Physically I am a sham; Life is hard for a pessimist
I should never talk to girls I only wind up in turmoil.
So I hung up my gloves, change of career
It’s never too late, unless you’re a saint
But then butter wouldn’t melt, how could you eat toast like that?
In a vacuum at the back of the queue?
But that’s life, so I’ll eat my chocolate, read my books
Dreams cost nothing to keep
so I’ll play the game till the game gets me
And then it’d downhill to oblivion so the futures all sown up
And that my friend is life.
When I meet my maker will he be pleased with my progress
are will I have failed the test?
Failed, Yea. thats what I thought.