Will you figure it out?
Will you rebel against what your mind tells you,
Just to snuggle with doubt?
Just to have something to blame,
For your lack of happiness,
Other than yourself,
You'll name society's mess.
You'll call your parents wrong and drink a lot,
And fool yourself,
Into thinking you're as happy as can be,
Given you've had no help.
It's alright,
We can't all succeed,
And be happy, or else,
There'd be nothing anyone needs.
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