Married by age twenty five and/dead/by
the time that you've learned to live your/life/is
this what you wanted/Is this what you need?
I won't be content with life of regrets
Life has become a race of who can die first
But I can't keep up. I wouldn't if I could
And I may hate this place but I'm not rushing to die
And this way of life will have you fall in line
With a standard that has left so many broken and worn out, taken before their time