Me in my room starts doing lots of bullshit I am sticking pictures on my wall that came from my shelf I could be doing what I should be if I listened to my mom and dad and teachers And mostly myself I don't know if I could be doing more Outside my window there's cars and lots of things that are interesting I don't want to work anymore I'm a piece of shit when I'm trying to get rid of everyone who's always helped me to get somewhere good I don't know I could be doing more I don't know if I wanna be doing more