2020.09.03.
What the World Wants from Me
Hey, I want to be a heroThe kind that flies and flits
Do-do-doo
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But who am I
to say something like that?
When I burn my microwave meals
and, as it is, I just meander and wonder,-
Do-do-doo
Do-do-doo
What am I going to do?
Where am I going?
And why am I even going?
They say that there's a ceiling of ambitions
shining down on us
like a starry sky
I don't know at all,
what the world wants from me now
I just want to live with joy beside me
Hey, how to be a hero?
The kind that will be remembered someday?
Do-do-doo
Do-do-doo
Definitely not like this,
with my socks on backwards
I don't know how to do 'adult things'
The entryway's overflowing with papers again
Do-do-doo
Do-do-doo
What I do know is,
I want to have purpose
As does everyone else, too
They say that there's a ceiling of ambitions
shining down on us
like a starry sky
I don't know at all,
what the world wants from me now
I just want to live with joy beside me
There are a hundred stories here
that want to shine
There are a hundred stories here
that want to soar
I don't know at all,
what the world wants from me now
Is this not adequate?
They say that there's a ceiling of ambitions
shining down on us
like a starry sky
I don't know at all,
what the world wants from me now
I just want to live with joy beside me
Now, I left my gas station buddies
And I set out into the open world,-
Do-do-doo
Do-do-doo
Just to find out, once again
how difficult it is
to find your purpose in life