Seeking for a better job, I yet to earn
Half my days are already gone by working
I did not look at my colleagues or even try absorbing
Because even at the end I'm still concern
If I could go back I would take a different turn
Even right now I'm not use to adjusting
Because I will never take it as accepting
As I gave up on the days where I could have learn


Fast forward three years from now
I dream that I will make it big
Carrying a briefcase everywhere I go
Approving things and making rules to what I allow
Will not change me back then and will not change me now
Only one thing will stop me. Me saying no.