Miss Forty the Frustrated

When I'm 40

I can't keep living like this
Every step seems to take me nowhere
Each time I try, I seem to fail
When will it all get better
When will tomorrow become today

I'm trying so damn hard
To be what I want to be
It seems I'm in the last place
I can realize my dreams
But I'm trying, I'm trying

Why don't I just give up
This place it's too tough for me
My dreams are crumbling up
And soon they'll pass away

What will I say to myself
20 years from now
when my frustration yells
within my broken heart
how will I explain my failure

I don't want to punish me
For not trying hard enough
I'll try my best today
So that tomorrow I can say
It's this place that was too tough

It's built on a tomb
I hear her say
I believe her view on it
I wish for anything to take me from here
But my dreams are buried in it

There's no place for me
I can't find my crowd
The people who believe that I can make it somewhere
They too don't feel like they belong here

There are too many people
It can't breathe
There's too much smog
It's choking
There are too few opportunities
It's letting out it's last breath
There's no respect for it
My dream, it's dead

Now I officially belong here
I'll just get married and have kids!