Chorus
The world doesn’t owe me anything
I didn’t ask to be born
I know that sounds dramatic, but hear me out
While i perform
What does all mean anyway?
When the fabric of life gets torn
None of it matters anyway
Verse
We only special to some family and friends
Some of us lucky to connect with some fans
Some of us cherish all the moments we can
Most of us hide in the fear of a plan
That’s just the conflict of being a man
Time is irrelevant, the truth is the sham
Intuition is the guiding of hands
It’s all relative to who understands [The world doesn’t owe me anything
The world doesn’t owe me anything
The world doesn’t owe me anything
Chorus
The world doesn’t owe me anything
I didn’t ask to be born
I know that sounds dramatic but hear me out
While i perform
What does all mean anyway?
When the fabric of life gets torn
None of it matters anyway
Cuz it all gets lost in the storm
The world doesn’t owe me anything