Another year, another year,
And here I am, still sitting here.
It's a wonderful place for a boy to be.
Even me.
My generation was pacified,
Taught self-esteem and filled with pride.
Ergo egos. Away we go.
Egos weee!
I believed it for a long, long time though they told it to us all.
But, maybe I'm not meant to do anything remarkable after all.
An enrichment program, a gifted class.
I didn't have to do very much to pass.
Oh, what could I be if I applied myself?
We'll never know.
‘Cause I give up almost instantly,
If something doesn't come to me easily.
If I'm entitled to success, well, I must be great,
And I can wait.
I believed it for a long, long time but I got this wake-up call.
But, maybe I'm not meant to do anything remarkable after all.
I'm starting to recognize.
I don't need a bigger life.
I'm starting to recognize.
I don't need a bigger life.
I used to feel nothing but guilt,
When I took a look at the life I built.
Surely I was meant for something more,
Something great.
Lately, I feel something more like peace.
Have I given up or have I been released?
Maybe this drive to improve ourselves,
Might be a mistake. (We all make.)
I believed it for a long, long time but I was headed for a wall.
But, maybe I'm not meant to do anything remarkable after all.
I believed it for a long, long time though they told it to us all.
But, maybe I'm not meant to do anything remarkable after all.

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