They chased the tests, the titles, the suits
I watched from the side, didn’t follow their route
They called it "success," I called it a trap
Fighting for things they don’t even want back
Public jobs, safe paths, shiny degrees
But I dreamed of a market, maybe by the sea
Something small, but something mine
While they chased lines, I drew mine
Why couldn't I just live like them?
Fit the mold, play pretend
Tick the boxes, earn the praise
Smile through the 9-to-5 haze
But I asked too many questions
Took the road without direction
And somehow, I lost some friends
Or maybe… I just found myself instead
I started writing not résumés, but my story
A life less polished, but full of glory
The road is quiet, but my thoughts are loud
And now, I walk alone… kinda proud
I watched from the side, didn’t follow their route
They called it "success," I called it a trap
Fighting for things they don’t even want back
Public jobs, safe paths, shiny degrees
But I dreamed of a market, maybe by the sea
Something small, but something mine
While they chased lines, I drew mine
Why couldn't I just live like them?
Fit the mold, play pretend
Tick the boxes, earn the praise
Smile through the 9-to-5 haze
But I asked too many questions
Took the road without direction
And somehow, I lost some friends
Or maybe… I just found myself instead
I started writing not résumés, but my story
A life less polished, but full of glory
The road is quiet, but my thoughts are loud
And now, I walk alone… kinda proud