The world doesn't owe me anything I didn't ask to be bornI know that sounds dramatic But hear me out while I performWhat does it all mean anyway? When the fabric of life gets tornNone of it matters anyway We only special to some family and friendsSome of us lucky to connect with some friends Some of us cherish all the moments we canMost of us hide in the fear of a planThat's just a conflict of being a man Time isn't relevant, the truth is a shamIntuition is the guiding of hands It's all relative to who understandsThe world doesn't owe me anythingThe world doesn't owe me anythingThe world doesn't owe me anythingThe world doesn't owe me anything I didn't ask to be bornI know that sounds dramatic But hear me out while I performBut I will stick it out when I do the final blurbingThe world doesn't owe me anything The world doesn't owe me anythingWhen the fabric of life gets torn None of it matters anywayCause it all gets lost in the storm The world doesn't owe me anything*