I came into this world in 1992
But the place I grew up, there wasn't much to do
And I don't think I'll make it, I don't think I'll make it much longer
And all my friends and I, we work in factories
But all my friends and I wanna see all we can see
And I don't think we'll make it, I don't think we'll make it much longer
I know that I just can't keep living like I am
Work a whole fucking week, a paycheck in my hand
I spend it all on things that feed me my paycheck in the first place
I think I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
Sometimes I just wish it was 1999
Sitting in my room, counting down the time
Waiting for my destiny, but that's life I guess
Sinatra said it best
And I guess things are okay, in times like these
I guess things are okay with my mind at ease
The only things I think about are the things that I love
I see these empty hollow souls of men
Thinking when I'm older "that will be who I am"
I won't let that happen, I won't let that happen to me
I think my mind is losing me
My minds losing me