What do I really want in this world?I think that's the hardest question to answerBecause I always hear what others want for meThey tell me what they want me to doOr what they want me to acheiveThat I can do so much betterOr that I was meant for something biggerMy family tries to get me to believe thatI was meant to be a doctorMy friends say that I should want to go to collegeTo earn my bachelorsOr to earn a higher paycheckBut I never remember onceEver wanting to earn more paper stacksOr thinking I could work with hospital patientsI don't think I was meant to save livesBecause I can't even figure out What I want to do with mineSo how am I supposed to save other peopleIf I can't even save myselfI always feel like my futureIs a dead endI don't know how I can fix itI don't have any goalsI don't know what I wantI've tried thinking about the possibilitiesBut they're so endlessI don't know where to startI mean I've thought about itFor hours and hoursAlone pricking and searchingThrough this small brain of mineBut my mind still comes up with nothingI see what everyone else wantsBut I've never been able to figure outWhat I want to do with my lifewhat is my goal?Who am I?My failures are greaterThan my achievementsWhat makes me think I'll get anywhere?When I see myself in ten yearsI see myself working minimum wageFull timeAnd renting a small house upstateBut I'm not particularly sad about itI'd be happy with a calm, small lifeI'd just happy if my life had some stabilityIt's everyone else who isn'tThey take pityOn these little visions Like I'm some sorryIrreparable girl