I wrote a song. It hasn't got a name or a hook. It goes
There's that sudden realisation that you need p.
So you open up microsoft word,
and list your achievments on your cv.
And you thought you were the type who got work
cos you're writings not worse, than your friend and he's been
Happily hired with no GCE's
But it's been three weeks...
No emails. None of them guys phoned
Now you're constantly checking your cv for typos
The managers were so comforting where you apllied so
You thought you could've been basically in
Plenty pages printed, hours hunting for vacanies
and you're cv blatantly goes straight in the bin.
You're moneys escaping you're not replacing a thing.
You can't have you're account be overdrawn
There's other ways to get money. You know the score...
You're realising your dreams are nothing more than that.
It's growing impossible to just ignore the fact.
You're growing up. It's not good enough to say you're lazy.
You need to move on and try to forget those daydreams.
So you bury that talent that you have
And try to focus your attention on UCAS
But struggle to write your personal statement
And think a gap year would be a perfect replacement
To dealing with all the s**t that's float round your brain
If you take a year out you doubt your problems will remain.
But there's no magical quick fixes.
No ideal course that'll find you big riches
This is your decison. But the fam don't understand.
I don't know what to do. I haven't got a plan.
Got me screaming: "******** the UCAS form!"
I'd rather try my luck to make it on a new platform.
Eventually you'll realise that you're not perfect
You're not going anywhere and you're feeling worthless
Thought because you were you, opportunites would surface
But you're another sequel. Not original like werthers
Actually you're more common than that similie
If you don't learn to approach your ambitions differently;
they'll stay dreams. I know it's hard to remain keen.
When your youthful optimisim fizzled out about 18
Some dudes my age seem, to think they've made peak.
They all moved on and forgot about those daydreams.
And are trying to function as an average civilian
Mums saying 'Go Uni' - I'm not really listening cos
I swear for employers; degrees don't mean s**t to them.
And the employed are overqualified for their positions and
It's mundane. So they spice it up with coke and ritalin
There's more to life than 9 to 5's and pensions man.
Don't worry average american reader if you don't understand some of the things I said. English institutions and all that. Hopefully you understand the gist though. It's about me (or you really) reaching a point in life where you don't know what to do. Go to university/college what ever. Get a degree and a stable dependable but unstimulating and unsatisfying profession - or follow your dreams believing you can make it on that individual spark you have that sets you apart from everyone else - even though everyone else feels the same. It was written to the
Brooklyn Girls instrumental well the 3rd verse was I don't remember what I wrote the first two to. I've been writing it in stages as I reached certain points in the past few months. I'll probably write a part 2 if I ever come a decision for myself, I would just write another verse but I ran out of beat lol.
I know no one reads this s**t but if you've stuck with it this long I'd appreciate some feedback =)
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