So here you are working nine to five/
lost your dreams and what it means to be alive/
take a look at what you see/
you are not what you used to be

You don't want what you thought you wanted/
Confronted by the truth you seem so undaunted/
Quick to blame the rest for what's really your own/
Suffer all the consequences, enough to be alone

So the day will come that you regret/
and feel remorse for all you could have done/
just sit back and shake your head/
tell yourself that its not so bad



-by Gibertoni-