Quarterlife Crisis
Falling behind
In the midst of my quarterlife crisis
And it doesn't bring me pleasure
To be so under pressure
Can someone tell me that it gets better?
Everyone but me
My age has their masters degree
Meanwhile I'm a disgrace
That never left my parents' place
I'm only twenty five
And barely able to survive
Falling behind
In the midst of my quarterlife crisis
And it doesn't bring me pleasure
To be so under pressure
Can someone tell me that it gets better?
Yes it's critical
In life you can't be parasitical
And you'll only lose your sanity
While time just moves so rapidly
Before you can vastly grasp what's happening
Is it too late?
For my fully developed brain
To do anything remarkable
Overcome any obstacle
Become the next phenomenal
Before I lose my particles
I know it's not a race
And things happen at their own pace
But I'm scared that someday, I'll wake
And realize my life has been a waste
Falling behind
In the midst of my quarterlife crisis
And it doesn't bring me pleasure
To be so under pressure
Can someone tell me that it gets better?
Yes it's critical
In life you can't be parasitical
And you'll only lose your sanity
While time just moves so rapidly
Before you can vastly grasp what's happening
In the midst of my quarterlife crisis
And it doesn't bring me pleasure
To be so under pressure
Can someone tell me that it gets better?
Everyone but me
My age has their masters degree
Meanwhile I'm a disgrace
That never left my parents' place
I'm only twenty five
And barely able to survive
Falling behind
In the midst of my quarterlife crisis
And it doesn't bring me pleasure
To be so under pressure
Can someone tell me that it gets better?
Yes it's critical
In life you can't be parasitical
And you'll only lose your sanity
While time just moves so rapidly
Before you can vastly grasp what's happening
Is it too late?
For my fully developed brain
To do anything remarkable
Overcome any obstacle
Become the next phenomenal
Before I lose my particles
I know it's not a race
And things happen at their own pace
But I'm scared that someday, I'll wake
And realize my life has been a waste
Falling behind
In the midst of my quarterlife crisis
And it doesn't bring me pleasure
To be so under pressure
Can someone tell me that it gets better?
Yes it's critical
In life you can't be parasitical
And you'll only lose your sanity
While time just moves so rapidly
Before you can vastly grasp what's happening
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