Elected to Nothing

What's the problem with mediocrity
I don't wanna be a great man
I wanna be me
I'm running in circles faster the speed of sound
I'm on a rocket ship
Straight to the underground

I'm always searching for something
I'm always dancing for praise
I got elected to nothing
I'll serve the rest of my days
Patience comes to those who wait
Good things come to people with good thing fate

I'm driven by inertia
I can't stop staying the same
I'm running out the clock for a living
On the living game
I'm mired down I need admirers now
And if you can't help me you can get right out
I wanna break free from me

I'm always searching for something
I'm always dancing for praise
I got elected to nothing
I'll serve the rest of my days
I'm always searching for something
I'm always dancing for praise
I got elected to nothing
I'll serve the rest of my days
Patience comes to those who wait
Good things come to people with good thing fate



Credits
Writer(s): Harry Rackmil
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