You thought I was special,
I thought you were right,
But it turns out untrue,
My future's not bright.
In fact it's quite dim,
Not a flicker or flame,
So now I give up,
Though it's all still the same.
I pick up the pace,
I slow it back down,
There are tears on my face,
And I'm wearing a frown.
I know there's no destiny,
For my life to fulfill,
But that doesn't mean.
...I won't keep living still.
Though I'm not special,
I am important in ways,
So I guess I must live on,
And live out more days.