I thought I was destined for greatness
I figured I had what it takes
But nothing I did was ever enough
And they kept raising the stakes
Now I’m just a guy that’s average
In almost every measurable way
Living the ironic American Dream
With so little left to say
I could have done it differently
I would be better had I tried
Instead I’m nothing if not mediocre
Living quietly without pride
And it’s quite all right, I tell you
Nothing is out of place
Structured and planned and expected
Moving at a slower pace
I’ve nothing to fear and little to hide
Because of risks I didn’t take
Brief inspirations quickly tamped down
As I feel my spirit break
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