Right out of college halls
I dropped into this world
full of adrenaline calls
I fully danced and twirled
Enthusiasm stepped aside
and doubt came marching in
and thus began the fight
A one I could barely win
Maybe it was my destiny
Because it all happens to me
Maybe this job just doesn't fit
ofcourse rose takes the hit
It's not that hard, why can't we match?
It's always the same, it's my own losing game
What have I done to receive all this?
And where can I take a chance to miss?
I used to save myself with laughter and jokes
But now I'm just buried under cynical cloaks
A consultant of cynism, that's what I became
I can't make it work, it's always the same
A loser at work is a loser at life
Everytime I drop into the sharpest knife
Protecting myself from all the shit
Cynism will take the last hit.
