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What am I here for?

kishyness

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These lyrics capture an existential crisis rooted in the grueling, repetitive nature of the modern 9-to-5 grind and the frustration of unfulfilled potential.

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I can't take it anymore

What the heck am I here for?

Do I even have a purpose?

I've been walking down the same road

And I still don't know where I'm going

It's said that we all have a plan

That it's written in the palm of our hands

We just have to be patient

And make the most out of it when it comes

My map is torn and my shoes are worn

Spinning at the sky in the middle of a storm

If the plan is real, then give me the wheel

'Cause I'm sick of feeling nothing that I want to feel

Yeah, I'm waiting, I'm fading, I'm suffocating

And what am I here for?

Clock in, clock out, do it all again

Trading my sanity just to pay the rent

I buried my dreams somewhere along the way

Thinking I'd bring them back another day

But they're still tucked away, locked out of sight

Not sure if I'll ever bring them to life

Living this nine to five, just trying to survive

God, I really hope there's more to this life

'Cause I'm tired of waiting in line

It's said that we all have a plan

That it's written in the palm of our hands

We just have to be patient and make the most out of it when it comes

Yeah, right

My map is torn and my shoes are worn

Spitting at the sky in the middle of the storm

If the plan is real, then give me the wheel

'Cause I'm sick of feeling nothing that I want to feel, yeah

I'm waiting, I'm fading, I'm suffocating

What am I here for?

That dreamy trap that turns into one of these

Losing my dreams and the in-between

The promises about life don't work

'Cause lately I've been in a rut

Tryna figure out when enough is enough

I'm ready to stop just getting by

I'm ready to stop just getting by

My map is torn and my shoes are worn

Spitting at the sky in the middle of a storm

If the plan is real, then give me the wheel

'Cause I'm sick of feeling nothing that I want to feel

Yeah, I'm waiting, I'm fading, I'm suffocating

What am I here for?

Walking down the silent

Still don't know where I'm going

But they say everyone's got a plan

So I'll just work and wait for that day

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