He sees it
And it's like a bottomless pit
Facing himself in the mirror, regretting past decisions
Maybe if that ambition was towards a degree
Or maybe if he never chose that THC
Then he wouldn't be looking at himself like "What do I do?"
His trying to work out these problems his going through
These problems that are causing turmoil in his life
And an internal strife within him to manifest
Everything's coming down in the manner of a cascade effect
High school qualification got him a low paying occupation
And it's difficult to quit the intoxicating addictions
Responsibilities never get accomplished cause they insignificant
He sees himself in the streets, collecting garbage, living less difficult
Life's already at a standstill
Going nowhere, with average skill
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