How did every decision I make bring me here?
Where I sit with nothing and no one
Nothing but death and misfortune have defined my life
All that I am left with is a list of mistakes as I ponder possibilities
Why do I toil under the sun and continuously find nothing
They keep telling me to work hard and I’ll find it
But I never seem to make the cut
I find success not only to be hard work
But also some luck which I desperately pray for