Will I ever be successful, who knows?

It seems like the more I think about it, the more the dream goes,

Away and out the window.

Fleeing from my mind like a thief when the cops show.

I know there’s something out there for me.

But for now I’m trapped and I can’t be set free.

Maybe I will get what I deserve in my late twenties.

I hope so, because honestly the world owes me.

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