A Mess
You get born, you love mother's breast
Childhood, luxury, then comes the mess
The whole world seems against you
Teenage years, you get your own voice
Your big question
What is my path?
It dosen't matter, the world is a mess
You get married and you get fat
Adulthood, you rot at your job
You are sick, you missed your whole life
Old age, you wait for the grim reaper day
Now you're sure
That was not your path!
It doesn't matter, the world's still a mess
Childhood, luxury, then comes the mess
The whole world seems against you
Teenage years, you get your own voice
Your big question
What is my path?
It dosen't matter, the world is a mess
You get married and you get fat
Adulthood, you rot at your job
You are sick, you missed your whole life
Old age, you wait for the grim reaper day
Now you're sure
That was not your path!
It doesn't matter, the world's still a mess
Credits
Writer(s): Clement Hoffer
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